Just a small difference.


This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

This other Eden, demi-paradise, 

This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war,

This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea,

Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands,

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

We here in the British Isles have been through a political wringer in the past few weeks, but, as it should be in a civilised country; the words, the writing, the arguments, the heated discussions, all has been ended in the way that we have developed in this: our Sceptred Isle set in a Silver Sea. In Polling Stations, with secret votes cast and held in sealed ballot boxes; those same boxes opened by trusted people, and the count completed, in the open, under full view; along with postal votes, most of which would also have been completed and sealed by the voter; all in the cause of Democracy. The decisions, great or small, are binding, as they should be. Our practices come from Demos; of the people and by the people, from the Greek, both in their language and the ancient dreams of the first Athenians who decided that the some, trusted by all, should take decisions for the many.  

We have been fairly lucky in our choices, with the fools, the rapacious, the greedy and the stupid discovered and dispossessed of the power they attempted to grab; we have maybe, through the passage of time, not always listened to or chosen those who may have deserved elevation, but we have come to understand our mistakes, and sometimes are given the chance to repair a truly daft decision.

The decision, by millions of Labour voters, to ignore the demands of the metropolitan Labour elite and of the Labour Party itself; stems, I believe, from the decision by the Labour ‘top dogs’ of the Blair era, to literally open the immigration floodgates, not only to the new European states and their restless peoples, only some of whom were truly amongst the poor; but also to the swarms from the sub-continent, from India, Pakistan, Bangladesh: the swarms which truly changed whole boroughs of our major cities forever. All allegedly in the cause of ‘diversity’; but actually to the deeper, hidden aim of changing our very demographic into a hotch-potch of colours, languages and races: to obliterate forever the truth that the British Isles was primarily and predominantly a White, Anglo-Saxon, predominantly Judeo-Christian (in ethos if not in fact) Nation.

The Labour Party forgot that their core voters are not like most of their M.P.s; they are not the wives of High Court Judges, not well-connected journalists, or even the spawn of Labour Apparatchiks who see Islington as their natural habitat: they inhabit the sprawling council estates of major towns and cities across this land, they also live in the terraced rows of the older cities, many live on the leafy suburbs, and some in more rural areas, but but the one thing they possess in large quantities is the ability to finally see and understand how they have been hoodwinked, and who was in charge of the hoodwinking! It wasn’t the Tories, although, or rather perhaps because of their own love-affair with the tentacles and money sloshing through the halls of the EU, they should take their share of the blame; but the overwheening certainty of the Labour and Liberal elite that they, and they alone, knew what is best for this, our own native land. For that arrogance; for that impertinence, which has changed our Country forever, they deserve the punishment which was so liberally doled out by over 17 million British voters.

As an American comment blogsite stated:- Democracy is an ugly thing. Especially for the losers. The people have spoken. The bastards!

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