King was too busy to open the hospital

When Edward the Eighth announced his Abdication, the British people were, literally; stunned. The news, first broken by a Scots reporter with an eye for the extraordinary news that the new King was ‘too busy’ to attend the opening of a new hospital, scooped the world with the printed story that Edward the Eighth, the King who was at that moment planning his Coronation; was in fact meeting a twice-divorced American woman whom he had been ‘involved with’ for over four years. The following furore, heightened by a Church whose leaders who had been silently discouraging of the liaison, but who were now emboldened to speak out against this American divorcee; a Government and a peculiarly compliant Media, newspapers and a docile BBC who suddenly were, literally, unleashed to tell, the story of their uncrowned King who was determined to go ‘His’ own way. The Government told the King that his plans for marriage were unacceptable, this was backed by the Archbishop of Westminster as leader of the Anglican Faith to the Head of that church, and he then had to decide: either give up Mrs. Simpson, whose figurative tentacles were wrapped around his penis; or Abdicate.

As everyone knows, he chose Wallis, and Abdication, over a Crown and a Nation whose very image of the playboy King had been so rudely, and abruptly, broken into shards and dust! He made great play of the ‘fact’ that his brother, the Duke of York, had received the training and education to enable him to receive the Crown on his shoulders instead of the man who was jacking it all in because he could not have his own way. The deep hatred which sat in the heart and mind of Elizabeth, George Sixth’s Duchess and now, of course, his future Queen towards the woman who, in her own mind, had persuaded Edward to betray his country was everlasting, bitter and subsuming. She flatly refused to meet or receive her enemy, now of course her sister-in-law, she refused to even countenance the attribution, normal to her station in life of ‘Her Royal Highness’, and of course so coveted by Edward, now Duke of Windsor, and that deep hatred lasted her own long life. When her husband, George the Sixth, died, she allowed the Duke of Windsor to be invited to attend the funeral, but pointedly, the Duchess was not mentioned.

But times change, and memories mellow. As the Queen celebrates her Seventieth Anniversary, it is notable that her Uncle David’s portrait has been hung in the National Portrait Gallery, albeit pictured in uniform when in service during WW1; an omission which was notable for many, many years. The Queen’s own mother would probably have burned the painting, rather than ever have it displayed during her lifetime, as she blamed the abdication for her own beloved husband’s early death through taking on the Monarchy instead of being allowed to be ‘the Spare’.

Yep, my girl-friend needs it to clean her nails.

Just your normal, average, friendly, fully-integrated Muslim terror trainee. WE NOW HAVE OVER 2.5 MILLION MUSLIMS IN GT.BRITAIN; not all are inclined towards Terror, jihad, and the occasional decapitation: but, you can never tell: after all, they all tend to look and act completely normally, don’t they? And a small percentage gets the “Lone Wolf’ treatment when they go off on their lethal benders. So what should be done? After all, a steadily increasing proportion of these adherents are now born in Britain; but still cling to this deadly; well, I was going to write Religion; but it is much more than that. It is a way of life, living by a Book which has been interpreted sixteen ways from Sunday, with absolutely no common ground between different interpretations of the same page. Their leaders are split between two main branches, Sunni and Shia, and the one difference between both sects and Western-type religious thought is that the Muslims are quite ready to kill the ‘Unbelievers’ if they think, or if they are taught, that it is necessary.

The very ideal of moving forwards towards an opponent whilst being fairly certain you will die whilst attempting to take the ‘Unbeliever’s’ life is so foreign to the average Western mindset that such an activity was not even considered necessary to factor into ordinary security calculations. The straight-forward road from that mindset lead directly to Ground Zero in Manhattan. I mean to say, even our own home-grown murderous scum who sheltered under the IRA/SinnFein banners wanted to live, after killing their victims with bombs or bullets, and it was only by chance that  we got really lucky, and they died when their explosives detonated prematurely!

So, as I asked before, what should Western Governments do to ensure that we, as  a nominally Judeo/Christian society, survive in the face of a slow-moving but ever-increasing force which is intent, knowingly or otherwise, on our forcible integration into the world of some bloke named Muhammad?

Can anyone foresee a Western Government strong enough to send all the imported Wahabbi Imams back to Saudi? Can anyone see any Government in Europe with enough gumption to state, ‘Stop; enough; you can have planning permission for your next mosque once we see the first Christian (Greek orthodox, Eastern-Orthodox, even plain Protestant) church be consecrated and opened in, say, Mecca, or even Riyadh, or perhaps even Tehran; along with the guaranteed safety of Christians to worship openly in any of those cities, never mind countries. Lets get our own Government, or rather what passes for our Government, to stop the suicidal rate of familial and all other types of Immigration from all Commonwealth Muslim-dominated countries, and stop the steady increase into a ghetto-ized series of Muslim enclaves.

Munir Hassan Mohammad and Rowaida El-Hassan were detected, caught, and are standing trial on terror offences; both accused of plotting to build a bomb from substances available on the High Street. Munir’s only mistake, after buying his hydrogen peroxide base; was to search out and purchase a bottle of acetone-free nail-polish remover, under the mistaken assumption he was buying a product composed of acetone; an active substance used to make TATP, a highly-volatile and lethal explosive. She is a chemist; he worked in Burton’s. Burton’s: could he have burrowed any deeper into the British undergrowth? No-one guessed that this couple were plotting to massacre innocents; no-one that is apart from the Security people. Multiply Munir and Roweida by 12,500, and you have the number of terror suspects on the Security Services’ radar right now: AND WE ARE STILL LETTING THE MURDEROUS BASTARDS INTO OUR COUNTRY!

“To be a free people in our land,”

There have been many British decisions in politics, both local and global, which have been of dubious benefit to both Britain and the wider world: but the one outstanding piece of diplomatic British expression was the Balfour Declaration of 1917, which could be said to have been the stepping stone for the creation of modern Israel, with its Independence on the 14th May 1948.

The State of Israel, the ONLY Democratic State in a veritable sea of Arab dictatorships, has persevered, despite overwhelming opposition from the Muslim States, then bolstered by the old USSR; and with the military genius which gave it overwhelming victory in the 1967 Six-Day war. With the support of America as the guarantor of modern Israel; with the strength of a Nation which knew that they had to win every battle, such as the Egyptian/Syrian/Jordanian onslaught  of the Yom Kippur War of 1973, when the Egyptians, under the shade of a massive, interlocking anti-aircraft missile defence, manoeuvred into the Sinai over the canal; whilst the Syrians pushed their massive tank regiments onto the Golan Heights; all this made possible by an Israel High Command which simply did not listen to the intelligence reports. They had to literally fight to survive, and of course history tells us that they did so, because they, again literally had to.

The mealy-mouthed British support for a modern Israel: demonstrated by the Prime Minister hosting the Balfour banquet with the Israeli Prime Minister despite the acceptance of the Palestinian ‘Ambassador’ to the Court of St James; trying, as usual, to be all things to all people, and, naturally; succeeding with none.

We should remember the oath which was taken after the truth about the Holocaust was finally discovered; which reads ‘NEVER AGAIN’; after the reports of the Jews being marched off the trains into the Camps which sat, smouldering of death, all across the Occupied Territories!

Ah, but the Views are so spectacular!

We are told that the entire ‘Yoga Wear’ (Whatever that turns out to be) photoshoot team, ensconced in a ‘luxury villa’ on Table Mountain Cape Town, was robbed and terrified by a masked gang.
Well, what the hell did you expect. You lodge in a secluded villa, miles away from Table Mountain or indeed Cape Town proper , in a villa charging £870.00. Per night! That alone tells everyone around that you have got cash, lots of cash, and valuables, otherwise you would have stayed somewhere a lot cheaper, and much more central.

Ms MacDonnell added: ‘The police told us there was minimal security at the property.
The gang cut a hole through the fence. We were told on arrival that the manager feels so safe he doesn’t even lock his door.
Maybe we were naive, but there’s so much glass in the place, you feel as if you’re in a goldfish bowl.

There you go again, lady. Travelling somewhere without any idea of how dangerous the whole place is. Don’t you read the papers, or check the travel websites (the ones which tell the truth)?

Fact. Some forty-odd years ago, my mate’s wife ran a bakery in a Cape Town suburb, and on a Saturday, the buses which her black staff usually used, did not run, so her head baker, a woman of about fifty, walked about a mile, early in the morning, through heavy bush to get to alternative transport. She came into a clearing, and saw about six ‘skollies’ (vernacular slang for gang members, usually black or coloured,) standing around. Saying a prayer, and stiffening her shoulders, she walked forwards; but was met with ‘More Mama’ (good morning, Mother) and similar greetings; and passed safely on her way to work. Five minutes later, a man walked into the same ambush: and because he would not give in immediately; he died for the sake of One Rand, the equivalent then of about Twenty Pence!

The entire party were incredibly lucky not to have been murdered: and it serves them right for visiting the country with nearly the worst murder rate in the world, the worst rape, worst robbery and the worst stats for corruption in the entire world.

Black Africa Rules: dontcha know?

It really is too soon to tell.

Chou-en-Lai’s remark about the French Revolution (either 1789; or 1968) when asked about how it had fared is perhaps typical of the man; and alarmingly concise and accurate when you also remember that he was a military man as well as being a politician. How many times in the past two-three hundred years have political leaders led, massaged or demanded action; usually military: which has ended up with exactly the reverse of that which was hoped for by those same politicians.

I can think of only two Declarations of War which were, upon reflection, necessary: one was ours in 1939 against Germany: the other was ours (again) against the French and its dictator Bonaparte.

Imagine what would have been the outcome if a political leader, such as Bush, or Blair, or Cameron (although a political pygmy, he was unfortunately, our prime minister) had been given both advice which mirrored that action taken, as well as a considered advice to do nothing; and a study of the possible outcomes of both actions? Let us look at three decisions which had vastly different outcomes to those envisaged before that decision was made.
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