"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Saturday, 1 February 2014

Britain First - Christian Patrol

A group of activists has formed in response to the so-called Muslim Patrols of East London. I bet the police will be quicker to round this group up than they were when the Sharia notices first appeared.

 LINK TO VIDEO

LINK TO BRTAIN FIRST

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Never Surrender

"Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
 

Tennyson (1809-1892) Poet Laureate

Monday, 2 December 2013

Tme Out

I think we already know enough about the EU to fight against it so here's some music from the best of the best by way of light relief:

Van Morrison & John Lee Hooker:



Wednesday, 13 November 2013

The Merry-Go-Round

We're still on it because it's swirling madly and we can't get off without causing ructions. It's like the Waltzers at those old-fashioned Feasts you used to go to when you were a youngster - you know, the ones that smelled of toffee apples and candy-floss and bombarded your ears with the sounds of people laughing or screaming. I remember the indulgence of my father, his hand tight in mine as he went on the waltzers for a third time at my pleading.

Well, I'm all grown up now and my father died before I had the chance to tell him that he was right in all respects. The waltzers do make you feel sick; fairgrounds are full of shysters; candy-floss does rot your teeth; toffee apples break them, and immigration is bad for the soul of a country.

Two words: Blunkett, Straw.

To David Cameron my advice is to bear in mind this poem that I've posted before so I hope it doesn't bore you - I make no apologies for re-posting. When push comes to shove, we English will not lie down.
It was not part of their blood
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good
When the English began to hate.

They were not easily moved
They were icily willing to wait
Till every count should be proved
Ere the English began to hate.

Their voices were even and low
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud
When the English began to hate.

It will not swiftly abate
Through the chill years ahead
When time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate. 

Jack Straw: "The English aren't worth saving as a race."

I suppose I could also re-post Enoch Powell's so-called 'Rivers of Blood' speech but it wouldn't do any good because people don't want to listen and Powell has been successfully vilified by the establishment for more than four decades. His name has now become synonymous with 'far-right extremists'. He was, however, a man of great intellect, an historian, a Classicist and an orator of insight.

How awful it must be to be proved right after your death.

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