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THEIR GRAVES DEMAND IT
20.11.12, 8:46am
Why did we fight germany in 1939.Was it for daves dream,a brussels empowered to run our lives,our nation and our thoughts.Was it so the invisible men with no morals.Can dictate in the well versed mantra, of previous german maniacs.Is merkel our saviour,or our natural blood enemy.Our soldiers left their sleepy villages,to embark on our fight for survival as a nation.They did'nt take up arms so an invading army of muslim immigrants would build a new mecca.Or the dreds of the world could seek asylum and run amuck and murder,never with fear of deportation.No,these brave ones fought so the cowards and liars like cameron and millipede,can have their say as a freedom of birth.The eu is an empty horse,inside waits the end of all freedoms,and a state that will create a new war order.Cameron has destony pulling his collar,never before has so many exspected so much from a leader.That has so little to give,and has the title of traitor to the british people.Politicians are a breed fit for demonising,they are the swine of the national herd.We want leaders,not boys that wallowed on eatons playing fields.Admiring their supremacy and non pleb status.Ukip are the one,their time has come,and cameron the toff will go down like a drunk boxer.Who has had one fight to many,and this is that fight.
• Posted by: BLACKCAT • Report Comment
I briefly wondered if this was written as a poem.
It's striking how unempirical this kind of thinking is. None of Blackcat's concerns or complaints is informed by experience. This is Desmond's drip: folk like Blackcat cannot locate their own political interests among the vast but irrelevant floods of discourse about Europe, immigration, pension cuts and rises. They end up feeling this illegible rage, which is violent, unconstructive and utterly impotent. It is also perpetually hungry for the kind of stories that help to feed and sustain it — which handily a hate-rag like the Express can provide.
Desmond is something of a figure of fun, but his media model — repeating the same disconnected, abstract lies about a tiny number of folk devils, and cheering us up with a picture of Holly Willoughby's boobs — is totalitarian.