The self-appointed, pompous and sententious Mathew D’Ancona loves any excuse to stick his verbal knife in the BNP’s ribs and whitter on in vitriolic and baseless attack, endlessly, in hugely self-important style as if he and only he is suddenly the guardian of Britain’s Social Conscience.
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This time around, his focus is the BNP’s fairly natural decision to admit non-Caucasian members: always remembering that this perhaps un-natural decision was forced by the threat of legal action from that bastion of Left Wing Ideology and wannabe creators of NuLab’s Pie-in-the-Sky Utopian egalitarian multicultural Shangri La, the Equality and Human Rights Commission: you know, that cumbersome monolith determined to destroy the remnants of what was a once proud and great nation.
D’Ancona meanders on, foaming at the mouth about BNP’s security apparat: and thereafter maintains the party has never lost in roots in knuckle dragging Neanderthals etc: well, Mathew, I don’t know if you have been out for a pint, lately, but since you proudly boast you reside in London’s East End, then you will probably have noticed that most pubs these days boast a couple of your specimen Neanderthals on the door: let’s face it, any publicised BNP private event becomes the instant target for a would-be invasion from those well behaved groups such as the UAF Rent-A-Mob!
Now such as the UAF were seen, for example, trying anything to storm the BBC hallowed portals when Nick Griffin appeared on question time: and this bag of scruffy, quasi-literate unshaven, body-pierced, heavily tattooed cagoule-wearing misfits are not actually the precise type one would want to take home to meet Mum for tea!
However, in the spavined and myopic gaze of the superior being, D’Ancona, no doubt their sartorial eccentricities and lack of ablutionary exercise can be ignored in the common cause of perpetuating the Ivory Tower miasmic fantasies of the Bleeding Heart Lefty Do-Gooders.
This constant denigration of BNP and its membership and repetition by the far left of the skinhead dramas of days of yore, flies in the face of example: France became so mired in party politics for the pure sake of politics and self-elevation by politicians, that in 2002, Jean Marie Le Pen chased Chirac into second place in the first round of the presidential election! Chirac polling 5.6 million and Le Pen, 4.8 votes.
Must we then conclude that France is a nation of knuckle-draggers?
Far from it; it is now a far more cultured and stable country than Britain!
In an earlier critique of Mr D’Ancona’s nonsensical rant, I suggested he wake up and smell the coffee: the core-reason so many seriously consider voting BNP is simply because they are wholly disenfranchised, ignored, disregarded and marginalized by a political system in meltdown: yet simultaneously, expected to shoulder the lion’s share of the taxation burden which enables it!
This ignorant scribe then goes on to one again recount the utter myths of the benefits of what he calls “Economic Migration”: and avers Britain is a sort of temporary refuge: a place where the vision and essential national structure never actually existed: and then whitters away, listing a string of immigrant groups who “made” Britain.
As one who can proudly trace his antecedents to Tudor England, I personally take grave exception to such calumny!
His ignorance of British social and ethnic history and the specific history of migration to these shores is absolutely astounding in its fallaciousness!
He reels off racial groups such as Jews, Anglo-Saxons, Vikings, Normans and even Huguenots: however, as always with these attempted and facile attempts at justification he misses four critically important points. First most of this migration was archaic; second, the incomers brought economically important craft skills – the Huguenots, for example bringing essential abilities for the time, in gold and silver smithing, metal working, weaving and leather working; next, they all integrated, learned the local language and added to it.
Finally, there is the little matter of time scale.
The mass migration we have suffered since it’s beginning in the late 1960s, accelerated throughout the 1970s: and reached its unsustainable peak once NuLab came to power, from 1997 onwards: to the point where over 30% of people living in London were not born in Britain!
Passing through the Clapton-Beck concert, D’Ancona then illustrates his utter total slavering ignorance of the roots and genesis of modern popular music: desperately trying to award absolute accreditation to Black music and musicians!
Neatly bypassing Appalachian folk roots and how these owed their true origin to Irish and Scottish immigrants way back when.
More study necessary, D’Ancona! See me after class!
Finally he turns to his heroine: the oleaginous and obnoxious Margaret Hodge and his fear she will probably be unseated at the next general election in Barking.
We can only hope so!
What is apparent to me, is how many people from all social, income and political backgrounds are much tempted by the BNP as a cogent and logical optional choice for their vote: let’s face it, there is little, in truth to chose between Call Me Dave and his Bullingdon mate Twee Georgie Osbourne, the vacuous Nick Clegg and his coterie of Pinko Bleeding Hearts or what now passes as Labour. All of these professional politicians seek self-preference, power and a chance at the financial feeding trough of state.
For the voter and tax payer they have little if any respect: the only persons they do respect are those who throw large amounts of cash their way in return for influence and special interest legislation!
Those vacillating voters need urgently to emerge from the closet, stand up and be counted: if not, then this once proud nation, debt-ridden, collapsed infrastructure and socially, increasingly mired in effective anarchy and chaos, will simply descend finally into the morass of insignificance and become precisely what such as D’Ancona fear: a sort of Third World Fascist Banana Republic, where the rich become ever richer and remote; and the poor and previously middle-class, live cheek-by-jowl in a Devil take the Hindmost sewer.
Charles Hinchliffe
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