take your trade links; and shove them where the sun don’t shine!

In my youth, the song which rang some bells for me was the simple but deeply suggestive‘Where have all the flowers gone?’ It was Pete Seeger’s composition which defined many protests and started many to question many things and actions by their Governments. Now I would state that I disagreed with just about all the protests, but would always defend their right to protest.

But there comes a time when I feel that protest, and noisy protest at that; is fully justified. As I have maybe indicated before on this blogsite, organised religion features very low down on my own personal list of priorities, if at all. One of the finest and nicest ladies of my own acquaintance and family is retired from active participation in her chosen faith, so obviously I could never, ever, proclaim to her that she may have been mistaken, but suffice to say that participation in any church service does not feature very highly on my ‘bucket list’.

But I feel a definite need to urge our pusillanimous politicians to meet, pray and talk with the only religious Personage who t deserves appreciation, approval, approbation and true publicity: namely the Dalai Llama, (paywalled) mainly because it would thoroughly piss off the bullying and belligerent invaders of that Holy Man’s native Tibet. I would also add that, should the bloody Chinese object, and threaten trade sanctions, and all the other repressive actions of the truly nasty and murderous Communists, the British reply should simply be:- “We run Great Britain, not the f””@** Red Chinese; and we’ll decide who we will bloody well greet, talk and pray with!

I suppose I’d have to plead ‘Probably Guilty’

After reading a mate of mine’s post, I would point towards a blog I read regularly and this post in particular.

My comment, copied herewith, say much about my attitude to such  pillocks such as Gauleiter Milliband.

There is a song from Gilbert & Sullivan’s ‘HMS Pinafore’ entitled ‘He is an Englishman’ which says much about those millions of Englishmen who either cannot or will not speak for themselves; but I would extend those musical remarks, to lay out some ideas of the true Englishman.

We don’t appreciate being told to accept, through manufactured Laws and twisted logic, that homosexuals are equal, or ‘just the same as we are’ because, deep down, We know they are not; but, paradoxically, we also believe that, providing they ‘shut the f*ck up’ and stop prancing around demanding their ‘diversity and equality rights’, and that they should immediately and definitely not be allowed the sacred and sanctified title and state of Marriage; they should do as we do, which is ‘live and let live’.

To be an Englishman is almost a state of mind, where if a man such as I sees and hears the vast majority of his fellow subjects of Her Majesty chanting football club slogans, or discussing in gloomy tones the latest abject display of the national cricket team; or displaying similar sentiments on any other English team or solo sporting activity: I can wistfully shake my head in disbelief at the strange manner by which my fellow Englishmen are so easily diverted.

We should, I firmly believe, repeal all and any of the myriad Laws which foreshorten or limit the very idea of ‘Freedom of Speech’, or allow some clown to lay a charge against another because he has been ‘offended’. I would also bring back the Death Penalty for treason, murder and for incitement to murder, for child abuse and paeadophiles, but would also insist that that particular sentence be carried out by firing squad within twelve hours of the sentence; as I reckon there is no time like the present, as the guilty party would have less time to think up excuses for further delay.

As a true Englishman, I would reform the political process, but only to the extent that all major spending decisions be subject to a digital referendum every year, with no postal or paper ballots allowed at all. That same digital procedure should be adopted for local and national elections, again with absolutely no postal ballots allowed. The only exception would be where three individual doctors certify inability to move, and the ballot would be taken on a sealed laptop in secret, with no other family members present.

As an Englishman who actually believes in listening to all sides of any argument, I would immediately repudiate and demolish the BBC, and replace it with a subscription service; and then we would maybe see if the English would pay voluntarily for the load of liberal bollocks dished out over both tv and radio channels presently funded by the licence poll tax.

As an Englishman, I would immediately close the immigration doors against any more Muslim migration, from anywhere in the world. The numbers of migrants other than Muslim should be reduced, but we should be encouraging more skilled workers from the Commonwealth, again as long as they are not Muslim, because we have too many members of the Fifth Column on our shores at present.

A few ideas, but, there again, it’s a start!