Henry Hut: The Hidden Truth Behind The BBC

Henry Hut - TRUTH WIZARD- here with another of my amazing exposes.

This Time it's the BBC who are being scrutinised under the microscope of justice!


If you are lucky enough to have access to High Definition TV you will be aware of the fantstic clarity of picture available to you on dozens of channels.

One of those channels is BBC One HD, which is almost the exact same as BBC One but one very subtle difference.

Local news is not currently produced in HD quality and so during those times of day when a generic local radio has-bean and an up and coming perky fresh faced presenter try to show empathy and concern for the minature disasters, murders and post office robberies that occur in your area, anybody who tries to view in the glory that is HD is met with the video below.

If you have seen this Ident before, the chances are you changed channel or got up and made a brew.

I, however, am a lazy pig and usually can not be bothered to change the channel and will sit through a full 15 minutes of a spinning red circle (a bit like netflix when the wifi is on it's arse).

It was one dark and lonely evening whilst waiting for an episode of shouty television, (otherwise known as Question Time) that I witnessed something horrific.

The BBC do not allow you rewind or record this segment of their output and so in order to prove my theories, I had to wait until the next time it popped up on my screen.

A few days passed before I was able to see this video again and I grabbed my phone and began to record.

At the 3 minute 52 second mark I heard it..... Whilst a bunch of penguins skate around an ice rink a small child can be clearly heard to swear.

This happens again when the clock on screen says 32 seconds..

Watch:

Here it is again....

It's true.

The words "F*cking Bugger" can be clearly heard twice in an official video produced and sanctioned by the BBC.

This video is broadcast at least three times a day, seven days a week and has been on our screens since 2008.

The BBC allows this.

They MUST already know it happens and are laughing at you.

Subliminal messaging has been used throughout the history of TV with varying degrees of success, but this..... THIS OUTRAGE is nothing short of the BBC sticking up two fingers to the British public.

The Queen watches shows on the BBC and I bet she has an HD TV, so she may have seen it.

The BBC hates the Queen and that is treason.


This video is shown daily on the BBC and I urge you all to try and see it.

I'm not here to tell you what to do with this information.. I'm no revolutionary. 

I am just just a deliverer of truth.

I've been Henry Hut.

You have been Facted!


I have recorded this video directly from my own TV.

It has only been edited to reduce the time it plays.

Nothing has been added visually or in audio either.

If you have access to BBC One HD you can view this video at any time that a program is not shown in HD.

Stop Being Happy

Next time you are out and about, going to work, shopping, running away from the police because you refuse to put on pants (what's wrong with you - put on some pants).... when you find yourself surrounded by other members of the human race, take a little moment to study the faces of the people around you.

Is anybody smiling?

The chances are there will be at least one.

That person is a moron.

There is never a reason to smile or show any other emotion other than contempt and hatred for your fellow humans.

They are all idiots.

Smiling idiots even more so.

A recent study by SCIENTISTS tells us that being happy - even for a moment - is more dangerous than running with scissors.

I have never understood the need to be happy.

I have spent most of my adult life (and a fair portion of my childhood) being miserable.

I am content being fed up and grumpy.

It's great.

Being happy is stupid.

People who smile for no reason, other than witnessing the failures of others, is no way to live.

Nature has spent millions of years evolving creatures that bite, eat, prey, screw each other over and tear apart any other living being that is weaker than itself.

It is the law of things.

Dog-eat-dog.

Not dog-gives-cat-a-cuddle-because-diddums.

If dogs started cuddling cats or fish began to offer lifestyle advice to giraffes we would be in a right mess.

But people do it.

They go out of their way to "help" and cheer each other up.

idiots.

Happy people are emotional unstable time bombs completely unprepared for the moment the universe lets them down.

They live their lives by the rule of horoscopes and lucky charms.
They truly believe that being nice to others will somehow create a state of Zen and they in turn will receive good fortune.

Happy people deserve everything they have coming their way.

If you smile at a stranger you are inviting a potential psychopath to rip of your face with their bare hands and use it to take over your life.

Saying "cheer up, it might never happen" is not only a smug and ignorant way to get punched but is also a valid excuse for somebody to kick you in the unmentionables and there is not a court in the land that will defend you.

Being happy, or trying to make others happy,goes against everything that makes sense.

One day you won't be happy and then you will be doubly unhappy because you miss being happy.

Creating a mindset of melancholy encourages a state of balance in life.

Science has now shown us that being happy will cause DEATH.

Miserable buggers, like me, live longer.

Be Happy?

Be somewhere else chum and take your happy clappy self righteous "worst thing happen at sea" bullshit somewhere else.

Cat and Mouse games

Somebody, somewhere has done a very stupid thing.

This can be said with a certain amount of accuracy as Human beings do stupid things all the time.

Usually nobody knows about it, or it is a small things of stupidity and is quickly erased or counteracted by another act of stupidity of equal value that cancels out the original act of dumbness.

This week, however, somebody did a very stupid thing and it has caused a small amount of questionable pondering.

There was the sacking of massive tool, Dick (I beg your pardon NICK) Griffin from the idiotic morons self help group known as the BNP.

This is not a stupid act in itself, but how racist/dumb must you be for other racists to say "WHOA, sorry dick (I beg your pardon - Nick), you've gone too far and made us all look stupid. It's time for you to go."

The slow realisation of idiots destroying themselves is not a bad thing.... in fact I for one welcome it. But something else happened this week that is almost along the same lines.

The act itself was reported on the BBC news website HERE.

It now appears that the beloved children cartoon Tom and Jerry is now racist.

Let that sink in a second.

A cartoon about a mouse outwitting a household cat is racist.

it is a little bit more complicated than that. It appears that because the cartoon sometimes featured the cats owner, who happened to be depicted as a large African/American woman, then it was racist.

It is said that the woman in question (who, to my knowledge was never named or shown above the petticoat) is seen a derogitory version of American culture.

it is quoted on the BBC site that she is a "black maid" but I don't think that is true.

As a child (and even as an adult) it never entered my head that the lady in question was a maid.

It appeared, and still appears to me, that she is a housewife, trying to get on with the jobs of the day. One of these jobs involves getting the lazy cat (Tom) to catch the one and only mouse (Jerry) that torments her.

There is nothing to suggest that this lady is in the employ of anybody but herself.

I am now forced to think about this issue in more detail and have very quickly summarised the following:

• The lady in question is called Bertha. This is because Bertha is a ladies name.

• Her husband is at work during the time of the cartoons and earns enough to both of them in a comfortable lifestyle so that she has no need to find work of her own.

• The couple have a cat in the house, not as a pet, but as a working member of the family. It's sole purpose is to catch and kill mice.

• The cat is not very good at it's job.

• In the evenings Bertha enjoys hosting bridge nights with some of the other folks on her street. Together with her husband, they put out buffet style foods for everyone to enjoy and some music is played.

• Every enjoys Bertha and her (nameless) husbands evenings. They are very well liked in their neighbourhood.

Go ahead. 

Go and watch any episode of the Tom and Jerry cartoons and point out to me where it shows Bertha to be a maid, or under the employ of anybody but herself.

Granted there is no direct indication of there being a Mr Bertha (or that her name is Bertha) but there is also nothing at all to suggest that she is a maid or anything less.

I thought we had grown up past this silly view of "looking" for racism where it isn't.

There are enough morons and idiots out there who need to be educated on the wrongs of racism, without making it up for the sake of it.

Tom and Jerry cartoons are full of COMEDIC and CARTOON violence. There are many scenes with smoking which have been banned by some and concussions and dogs and cats and mice smacking twelve shades of shit out of each other within a cloud of felt tip smoke.

What there is not, is racism.

The BNP, KKK, UKIP, anybody over a certain age, idiots, the ill informed and under educated, the ignorant and stupid are all racist....

... Tom and Jerry are not.

But that didn't stop somebody, somewhere insisting that a warning message appears on the TV when a cartoon is put on for the kids.

It's bad enough that nearly everybody who was on TV in my childhood is now locked up in prison for being a nonce without some busy body ripping apart my favourite cartoons.

What's next, I wonder?

Postman Pat stealing mail?

Button Moon was all faked?

Sooty never spoke because he was in the witness protection program after selling out Bill and Ben the Flower "POT"men?

Eh?

When will this madness end....


This is just further proof that human race does not deserve the air it breathes.

A Rant About Modern Art

(with apologies to Rob for the madman like rant over on G+. Hopefully this makes sense to you. If it does then we're both in trouble! hahahahahaha)

The other night I was randomly clicking through the BBC websites when I came across this little piece about a cleaner who saw a load of cardboard boxes and junk on the floor and thought "Bloody builders, can't be bothered to clean up after themselves." and so she dutifully did her job, cleaned it all up and threw it away.

Turns out that the pile of mess was in fact some kind of "art installation".

I'm not happy.

I thought we had got away from all this clap trap nonsense of modern art. 

Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

Anyone can make modern art. Just wait until the binmen are on strike and pile up your old newspapers, tin cans and those socks with holes in you keep threatening to throw away and NOT put in the wash basket (we all do it) and then invite the local art critic to come around and appraise it.

Make sure you write a card with something pompous on it like "The invalidity of the human form from the perspective of hidden lust" or "Entropy within A half empty glass." or anything that makes no sense and Bob's your uncle. Next stop - an interview with Melvyn Bragg.


Art, PROPER art, is something that should look like the thing it is supposed to be. A painting of a horse, a statue of a lady with no vest on or even a bucket of bananas. It doesn't have to be photo-realistic but it should be recognisable from a distance or at least at a certain angle.

Don't get me wrong, there is art and then there is art. Just look at some of the wonderful stuff made by fellow blogger ROB Z TOBOR - it's brilliant.
It's art.

I know it is, you know it is.

We also know that my recycling bin is full of junk and not art. That is the difference. Rob makes things and there is skill and talent at work.
My bin is just a bin. It is NOT art.

But Tracy Emin and her crew would have you believe that it is an insight into the retrospective viewpoint of what ever random word they pick out of the dictionary.

I understand some people enjoy art and they are welcome to take what they can from it, but those that create piles of litter should be ashamed of themselves and possibly arrested for fraud and/or fly tipping.

The article above quotes the "artwork" as being insured for $10,000. 

For that amount of money you buy... well - tons of stuff. Remote control helicopters, a car, a nice holiday. the list is almost endless.

It's such a con I thought I'd have a go myself.

Using a little known program called Microsoft Paint, I sicked up this rubbish in 20 seconds.

I call it "Regrets of Question Time."

You can have it for £235.00 cheap at twice the price. I'll even sign it for an extra tenner.

Granted it's no Neil Buchanan masterpiece, but I tried and that's more than these arty farty cheaters have ever done.

Review Of The Year 2012 (part 2)

2012 has been one heck of year for me.

Look into the eyes of cold hearted killing
 machine. (see bottom for more details)

There has been quite a lot going on.

At first I thought not much had happened but as I began to strum on my harp (integral for remembering past events) I realised that this has been a very busy one.

With that said, I would like to share some of the highlights that have aged me by more than one year in the past year.

In no particular order (because I can’t quite remember what happened when) and in a “It’ll be alright on the night” style montage, here are the more memorable bits.

Mrs H fell over and broke her ankle back in June. When I say Broke try to imagine a crate full of light bulbs being fired out of a canon and hitting a brick wall made of giant fists. Her foot exploded into a million pieces and she spent the next 5 months sat on the sofa frowning at me while I typed stupid rubbish for this here blog. Whilst bed ridden I was forced to the spare room where my only company was a draft from the window and an energy saving light bulb that as we all know are as much use a normal light bulb that has been shot from a canon into a brick wall made of giant fists.

Ouch!

She is now back at work and I have the opportunity to mash the keyboard and copy and paste whatever gibberish appears on screen for your viewing pleasure. – you are welcome.

I made the great leap into being a proper grown up by passing my driving test FIRST TIME!!!

This came as a massive surprise to me as did part by driving in the wrong direction! Hahahahahahaha.

When the Queen was celebrating her Diamond Jubilee we here at the camp site had a street party and did something I am quite proud of and have only just realised I haven’t gloated about so far on this blog….

We set a world record!

Spot the celebrity Guest!

That’s right. A genuine Guinness world record!

The record itself is for the most people in different locations wearing paper hats at the same time.

Granted, it’s not the four minute mile or jumping up the highest, like what they did at the Olympics, but a proper world record has been set and that’s good enough for me.

We also had a special guest to oversee proceedings… see if you can see who is was on the picture above!

I have also been interviewed for the Caravan Channel AND the BBC radio this year, as well as having BBC Shropshire pop down to film the snow and campers when we had 2mm of front back in March.

The BBC and some snow. Proper news!

All in all it’s been a very busy year and Quite frankly I’ll be glad once it’s all over.

I probably won’t be writing much over the next couple of weeks as things are set to get very busy over the Xmas/ New year period on site.

I have somehow got to find room for 10 extra people in my house which is on bricks for new year and the campers will be coming in droves to help us celebrate the new year in our newly built barn.

If I don’t see you before then, May I wish you all a very happy winter festival period and a prosperous New year. May the idiots stay quiet and the nutters have a night off.

Stay safe.

Here’s to a very quiet 2013. Good luck to you all in whatever you do and see you on the other side.

These things EAT £1,000's worth of plants each season.
 THEY ARE VERMIN! good boy Wilson!

Normal grumpy service will continue and shockingly vast amounts in 2013.

An Open Letter To You.

Hi-dee hi bloggers!

The laptops still knackered but Mrs H is at work and I’ve come inside from all this lovely sunshine to cool down a bit, which gives me the perfect opportunity to brag tell you that I’m going to be on TV again!

I’m becoming quite the media whore!

A couple of weeks ago the caravan channel (sky 213 I think) popped round to do a review of the site and it was piddling it down.

But now the sun is out, BBC Wales have decided to jump on the Bumferry bandwagon and want to come and do a LIVE report from the site.

It’s all to do with a world record breaking attempt of the most people in various locations wearing paper hats at the same time. (I’m not making this up)

Somehow we have roped into being the face of the club during this event for the BBC and so yours truly will be gurning his ugly mush to all the homes in Wales.

I’m not sure why BBC Wales are coming here because we are in Eng-ur-land but its free publicity for us so I’m keeping shtum!

Hope everyone is well and not too sunburnt.

While the laptop is still attempting to strangling itself and stopping me from spending any quality time online, I hope to download an app that will let me view all the blogs I miss reading.

If anyone knows of such a thing please let me know. I’m using Google Currents at the mo but doesn’t seem to update and I can only view posts from the end of April which is rubbish.

And the blogger app just lets me post and not view comments which again is a bit a of a let down.

Once again my apologies for not interacting as much as I would like. Fingers crossed I can get this damned thing fixed before too long.

Keep yourselves nice and tidy.

Chin Chin!

Bumf.

ps- (please note the jolly tone of this post is not indicative to the general tone of what this blog is about. Normal service will be resumed once payday comes and I can get the laptop fixed....now bugger off)

Bugger...

I should have known that I was being too cocky.

The BBC came down and did a bit of filming this morning.

I made them a brew and let them inside the house and everything.

Then it came to filming time...

 "Tits and teeth darlings..." I told myself. "Tits and teeth."

And then...

Nothing.

They didn't want to film me.

The bloody cheek.

Instead they filmed a load of campers and then my Dad.

Mr Grumpy Pants 2012 himself.

I took a few pictures which didn't come out very well and all in all its was a bit of a let down.

However.

The very nice man from the BBC Shropshire radio came along, turning the site into a media circus and interviewed me instead.

I prefer the radio anyway.

TV is rubbish.

I guess the release of my autobiography will have to wait a little longer.

My appologise to anyone who sat through Bargin Hunt, waiting to see me make a complete bumhole of myself.

*insert sad face here*

The Day I Answered The Call....

Changes are coming....

By the time you read this post I will have been interviewed by BBC television.

“Wow” you may be thinking, “the BBC eh? Sounds exciting!”

But you would be very, very wrong.

The BBC rang this afternoon and asked if I would like to an interview about.... wait for it...

Wait a bit longer for real suspense....

   

The weather.

Dont say SHITorBUGGER Dont day SHITorBUGGER

 

That’s right folks. There is absolutely NOTHING ELSE going on in the world at the moment that the BBC want to talk about and have run out of experts and celebrities.

The bottom of the barrel is well and truly being scrapped to the point of poking through to the scum on the underneath.

It must be the case because of all the things I could (and on this blog – there’s plenty of BS to pick from) rant on about, the Beeb have chosen me to yak on about a bit of cold weather.

They will be coming down around 10ish and asking me questions about snow, wind and coldness.

Its going to be awful.

Mainly because I have very big doubts that there will be any snow left on the ground by mid morning and what there will be of it will mainly be tiny puddles of slush.

It does of course mean my ultimate plan of remaining anonymous will wither and die like so many daffodils in Scotland this week.

Ho-hum.

It will though give me the perfect excuse to make the small but important changes I have been planning to make to the blog and indeed my online appearance.

Embrace change as the Skrulls told us a year or so ago. (Sorry, major geek reference there)

If you are bored and some sort of weirdo why not have a search and try and find me.

What a funny way to point at Edinburgh!

I’ll be the one looking like me.