TIME FOR CHANGE  A Poem by Mike Wilson The wind is rustling through the leaves and close at hand a Blackbird sings. A myriad ...

By Mike Wilson I slam and racism, the two words that sum up the decline of western societies. The Christian ethos that the meek shal...

  By Mike Wilson  The Greeks apparently invented it and in Britain democracy has been installed since the time of Cromwell.  Democracy is ...

THE STATE OF MAN A poem by Mike Wilson Man’s progress through the years has been A long and torturous road. He’s traveled from the Troglo...

By Mike Wilson I grieve from a distance for the death of my native country, England. The country that was at the heart of Western Europe ...

  New Year Resolution  By Mike Wilson The year is coming to an end and now it’s time to make and mend And make good all that’s gone befo...

By Mile Wilson Throughout the Western world people are under attack from ideologues determined to remove the last vestiges of Western Civ...

  By Mike Wilson South Africa – the name conjures up visions of white colonialism, riches of diamonds and gold, beautiful cities, bea...

By Mike Wilson I have been watching videos of the violence, destruction and looting of parts of London and other British cities and I am ...

A poem by Mike Wilson For two millennia Western man, has formed as only he can, A mind aware of nature’s laws, her sciences and all her fl...

I have posted regular blog contributor Mike Wilson's latest article at Sarah Maid of Albion II, where it can be read by clicking here ...

RAP CRAP. By Mike Wilson Gyrate to the music man And let me show to all my fans That rappin’ is a way of life And helps avoid the daily stri...

By Mike Wilson Spare the rod and spoil the child. We were brought up with this sentence ringing in our ears. Growing up was a time to respec...

EURABIA By Mike Wilson http://gatesofvienna.blogspot.com/2006/10/eurabia-code_19.html No wonder that the world is changing. People go about ...

WORLD CONTROL By Mike Wilson I’m really at a loss to know What winds the world and makes it go. From alien minds to Zionist plots - These th...

“WHITEY” By Mike Wilson There is a man called Whitey Who lives down on my street. He’s always nice and pleasant But he is kind of unique. My...

A poem by Mike Wilson The lives of Britons everywhere have changed beyond compare To what they used to be and now we just live in despai...

By Mike Wilson I’m getting old and grumpy At least that’s what I’m told And I’m feeling pretty buggered ‘Cos I’ve never been so old. M...

Britain By Mike Wilson Land of my fathers, land of the free How desperate your needs are, as we can see. No longer the gentle free land of...