We knew that she was a wrecking ball that could do a lot more damage before her white-knuckled claws were finally prised off the keys to Number 10, but I never dreamt she’d go this far.
In the final dying days of her premiership, May is ramming through a policy that will make the last years of austerity seem like life on Millionaires Row. She is committing Britain to transferring, over 30 years, an estimated £1 trillion (£1,000,000,000,000) into the Swamp’s climate change scam, when our country is already among those with the lowest carbon emissions in the world.Continue reading
That odious oik Alastair Campbell was on Nigel Farage’s LBC show on Sunday, sporting a t-shirt emblazoned with the word “Reality” and haranguing Leave voters that they’re just fantasists who believe in unicorns.
“Unicorn” seems to be their latest buzzword – replacing the word “Nazi” now that it’s becoming clear who the masters of the Fourth Reich really are. Speaking of Nazis, Peter Mandelson used it again on Radio 4, this morning, fighting to save his EU pension. He was explaining that we didn’t know what we voted for because we are not in touch with reality. This from a man who had to resign from high office in this country TWICE for financial corruption.
Campbell and Mandelson need to go back to their propaganda scriptwriters who obviously don’t realise the importance of the unicorn to our sense of Sovereignty. In Somerset, the spiritual heartland of Britain (or the “land of the nobles”, as King Alfred the Great’s Druidic scribe described it, under the four royal stars of Aldebaran, Antares, Regulus and Fomulhaut) just about every church bears a royal coat of arms featuring the lion and the unicorn.
Welcome to the Hotel California!
Imagine checking out of a hotel, handing over your room key, paying the bill of £39 billion and then being stuck in the foyer, with your suitcases at your feet, because the glass doors won’t open. You ask the receptionist when you can leave but she just smiles and says nothing.
I’m sure you recognise this Eagles-inspired metaphor. It’s why all good MPs, who care about our country, won’t sign this Orwellian-named Withdrawal Bill – a ReMayner’s Charter that could keep us as a member of the EU into perpetuity.
Please forgive the plain speaking – but I can no longer keep it in. Too many innocent people are being raped or murdered in cold blood daily, now, right across Europe, and it is solely because of the agenda which is largely being operated by the sterile, barren-wombed women who are being forced upon us, as our leaders.
It is five minutes to midnight and so it’s time to call a spade a spade. And before the usual suspects start sending me the usual nasty tweets – please understand. This is not an attack on childless women, many of whom have my deepest sympathies if they had wanted to have children. It is an attack on a shadow world government that has shown that it will only put childless women in positions of power, because they are are the figureheads for an anti-human, Death Cult which our ancestors warned us about in their myths. Continue reading
There is a tide in the affairs of men … and sometimes there is a flood!
The political parties of this country have not represented the people for a long time – possibly decades. They have just been different flavours of the EU ice cream – Brussels Lite, Brussels Vanilla and Brussels Tutti Frutti. So the effect of our vote to Leave the EU on 23rd June was the equivalent of chucking a bowling ball at a row of skittles – and they are all now falling over in a pandemonium of constitutional crises and votes of no confidence.
It can make you feel quite dizzy, especially if you’d assumed that all you had to do was to put a cross in a box, and we would be out of the EU. Continue reading