halcyon days

By Albion

I suppose being an older person, and remembering the halcyon days of the pre-war England I never thought for one moment, even subconsciously, England might change so drastically in my lifetime. Like many people of my generation we find the dreadful changes hurt even more because our great grandparents and their children have actually experienced the idyllic lifestyle of a past England, that our leaders are now trying desperately trying to erase from the history books.

Today’s child could be living in an inner city festering hell hole, whose home is on one of many thousands of barren wastelands of graffiti adorned, racially mixed council housing estates, surviving in a melting pot of violence. Children who have nothing to compare their lives with, and it is into this racially mixed, violent clockwork orange society we have witnessed the hideous emergence of a human hybrid; the Wigger, a malformed, still born aborted foetus, forcibly expelled from its terminally diseased multicultural womb.

It’s a far cry from the long lazy summers on my uncle’s farm in Kent, a gracious time. Yearly, we went to the Kent Agricultural Show. I only saw my own people there. There were no Asian Hoodies, there were no threatening blacks. It was a vision I thought would last forever. I felt safe, I felt secure, and I was with my own people. Sadly it only took 58 years for that vision to be slowly and cruelly erased by successive governments.

I gave two years of my youth, separated from my parents and kin serving in HIS majesties forces in Germany, ten or more years before the Berlin wall went up.  I look around me today and ponder, what was the bloody purpose? I knew what country I was defending then, but what country would I be defending now? Why do I see mosques? This is a Christian country.  If I were a young man today there is no way I would defend this country, it’s not the England I remember as a child.  I cannot find the words to describe the total sadness I feel.

Today I could be asked to remove my country’s flag from my window on St George’s day because a Moslem Lord Mayor from Manchester finds it offensive. The obvious question is WHY did this happen? Try and put yourselves in the politician’s shoes. Difficult as it may be, try and see it from their perspective. Why did it change?

Many people would find it extremely difficult to imagine our country as just being part of a Franco-Germanic Pax where the inhabitants are people of a regional grouping. Our politicians see England and Englishness as a dinosaur; it’s a left-over from a bygone era, an archaic era that belonged to Richard the Lionheart, Henry the Eighth, Queen Victoria, General Gordon, Kitchener and the Empire. They see it has no relevance in modern Britain, today’s Britain. Indeed even its flag is irrelevant.   

If we were to understand what is happening we must dismiss from our minds all thoughts of yesteryear. It’s GONE. Read my lips. G-O-N-E! There is a goal. This country is to be incorporated into Europe. Stealth was the key word here. By stealth the politicians surgically removed England from the once United Kingdom; at the same time they dismantled its parliament and moved it to Brussels. They are now attempting to carve up the remains of what was once England into regional assemblies ignoring referendums. The next logical step is the abolition of the English county system. In today’s world England is an anathema.

The rapid social changes took effect within a few short years of the Windrush’s arrival in Southampton. That was 1948. That was 58 years ago. Enoch Powell predicted the future and he was proved right. Blood will flow in the streets and it has. Let’s go back 57 years before that, we were then living in 1891. The industrial revolution hadn’t even started. We still had an empire and two world wars to look forward to. But in a brief 57 years on from 1948, England and its parliament ceased to exist, the people were being dictated to by Asian Lord Mayors, London took on the appearance of any country in Africa and draconian laws were implemented to silence the populace.

You cannot even begin to understand what is going on in the minds of our leaders until you envisage this country as just a small land mass to house the world’s poor. It doesn’t have a name. England and Englishness has passed into history.  We truly are a western region of Europe, albeit 20 odd miles separates us from the mainland of Europia. It will take a Herculean effort to reverse the run-away madness that is overtaking this country and the rest of Europe into the abyss of a dark unknown future. We are waiting for a leader, a loyal patriotic leader before this once great country disappears into oblivion.

23.04.07