Tuesday, 24 April 2012

St George’s Day must be preserved and promoted

By Richard Barnbrook

This year, in my part of the world at least, one could be forgiven for assuming that St George’s Day had been cancelled! No flags or buntings, no celebrations, no dedicated evenings in local pubs and restaurants, no staged events. When I visited Trafalgar Square in the early evening of yesterday, I met only a small handful of celebrants, and sadly there were no red and white flags to be seen in the surrounding area.

The Liberal Elite have long felt awkward in publicly acknowledging St George’s Day. They feel ill at ease with any overt display or appreciation of Englishness, presumably because they are anxious at our being reminded in a positive way about our indigenous ethnic roots.

Despite five decades of post-war negative indoctrination, the collective persistent and stalwart efforts of a dedicated few individuals succeeded in putting St George’s Day back on the national calendar. In recent years, its prominence had increased so much that there were calls to make it a bank holiday. Then to some extent, the lefties decided to jump on the band-waggon in an attempt to derail the essential patriotic element by foisting it with an all-inclusive, ‘multi-culti’ bias. Now it seems as if everyone’s given up, which is just what the Establishment has wanted all along. Mission accomplished, or so they think!

But there’s more to the English than the Liberal Elite have bargained for! We are committed to the celebration of St George’s Day as an annual celebration of our valiant, unique English heritage- a birthright of which we can all feel jointly and justly proud and which we must work together to preserve and promote, both for ourselves and for our children.




We still do Robert E. Lee's birthday here in Dixie.

Most fittingly it falls on Marty L. King's fed holiday.

Fly St. George's and St. Andrews' banners high and proud.


Anonymous said...

I did comment here a long time ago regarding GA. http://www.thebritishresistance.co.uk/writers/the-editor27/1843-losing-things-of-value the man is a small minded and dangerous individual whose form of nationalism belongs in the 30's.Keep up the good work you write fantastic articles that are a pleasure to read.

Anonymous said...

They have given us into the hands of the new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evenings; and they know no songs.

We hear men speaking for us of new laws strong and sweet,
Yet is there no man speaketh as we speak in the street.
It may be we shall rise the last as Frenchmen rose the first,
Our wrath come after Russia's wrath and our wrath be the worst.
It may be we are meant to mark with our riot and our rest
God's scorn for all men governing. It may be beer is best.
But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet.
Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.


Anonymous said...

Maybe the Cronulla Sharks should be the patron Saint of England?

Mister Fox said...

Glad to see the tragic death of JB mentioned by the major press albeit with the usual Establishment, insular smugness.

"A gift wasted on the boneheads
I was upset yesterday to learn of the death of a former prominent member of the BNP. Jonathan Bowden and I were at school together; he was one of the most gifted intellectuals I’ve ever met. Alas, he was unable to discipline his brilliant mind, while also lacking the social skills to mingle with ordinary people. He could orate, dazzlingly, on Nietzsche, Marx or an obscure East German film director. He craved recognition, but could find it only by joining or inventing sectarian groups – he was a luminary of the “Revolutionary Conservative Caucus”, which you may not be surprised to learn was short-lived. He didn’t last long in the BNP.
One of his friends said this week that no one was better equipped to explain Heidegger to the masses. But the masses weren’t listening, and so Jonathan suffered the fate of so many extremist intellectuals before him, wasting his gifts on boneheads in the pub. He would despise this cliché, but may his troubled spirit rest in peace."