Heroism and the death of a soldier.

I learnt of the death of a young soldier today. His parents live in the next village and he was killed in an explosion in Afghanistan. It got me thinking about that terribly overused word 'Heroism'. Reading the weekend's newspapers, evidently Hull's players were heroic in defence against Arsenal. And Peter André is heroic in facing his split with Jordan. Has it really come to this in our country ? That we are so in hock to celebrity culture that we really think of these people as heroic ? No words I can say can ease the pain that this boy's parents are suffering. We all search for words, at times like this, to offer solace and all fail miserably. Some words that we think will cut through the agony and resonate with them. To say we sympathise is not enough. To say we empathise is not enough. Platitudes that fail on every level. That such pain should be faced by such a lovely family, by such a devoted couple with such a strong family bond, is heartbreaking in the true sense of the word. In modern England, that our young men and women, with all the comforts, distractions and suffocating cosseting that they endure in civilian life, are prepared to enlist and put their lives on the line to protect us, overwhelms me. Now is not the time for the anger I feel at our politicians. They are not worthy of the mention. As someone deeply affected by loss himself, I know there are no words. They are in my thoughts and will remain there. Your son WAS a hero. The old fashioned type. A true man in every sense of the word. Rupert Brooke wrote ' And think, this heart, all evil shed away, a pulse in the eternal mind, no less, Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given, Her sights and sounds; Dreams happy as her day; And laughter; Learnt of friends; and gentleness, in hearts a peace, under an English heaven'. This young man will come home to his loved ones. Not for him some corner of a foreign field. Wootton Bassett wil do us proud again, but the terrible grief will continue for his family. We owe them and him so much. A sacrifice that will never be forgotten.

Musings from Suffolk.

Woke this morning with bright sunlight penetrating through the bedroom window and a garden free from the ravages of frost. Not for me anymore the early morning winter training that I did as a younger man, when the cold meant little and would certainly not stop the Spartan in me. These days, the allure of a warm bed and duvet soon divert the mind to cups of tea and the Telegraph. But with sunshine and Spring the excuses come less easily and when one makes the effort, the reward of the endorphin buzz of a strenuous workout at least gives the impression of staving off Father Time for a few hours. Then to Norwich. The ancient City of Norwich was Anglo-Saxon and originally supposed to have been three separate settlements that joined together somewhere around the mid 7th century. Until the Norman Conquest, Norwich was one of the largest cities in England and it is a City I have come to have a deep affection for. To wander around Tombland, the Ancient Anglo Saxon market place, and Elm Hill is a constant delight for every turn seems to invoke the sense of history that I crave, with a strong sense of my Englishness, my culture, constantly reaffirmed. A feeling that this 'is mine'...my country that generations of my family have fought to build. Today I wandered up Princes Street, took short cuts through vaulted arches at Elm Hill and finally crossed Tombland and entered, through a high, Norman arch, into what is known as The Close. It's strange that a modern city like this can have a place of such tranquil beauty but as soon as you enter The Close the traffic noise seems to disappear and calmness descends. It's a large grassed area with benches scattered around and a meandering path that leads to the Cathedral. Statues of Nelson, a Norfolk man, and Wellington, definitely NOT a Norfolk man, and some modern works are placed at intervals. I entered the Cathedral where, some years ago, I watched Hamlet performed here, actually in the Cathedral itself, and memories of that were with me as I strolled along the Cloisters with the sound of the Boy's Choir with me, to emerge once again into the sunshine and sit on a bench and absorb the beauty of an English Spring day, with the trappings of my history around me. Don't let anyone dare tell me that we English don't exist. That all this is to be ethnically cleansed from history to suit the self serving Newspeakers. That Year Zero is now and is for the good...of who ?? I won't allow it. We won't allow it. The English are awakening and their voices will drown you out. It's ours and we will stop you. That's an English Promise !
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Harriet Harridan...equality & immigration.

Harriet Harman !!...The name almost induces one to reach for the pills or wish for the sanctuary of narcolepsy. As I write this she revels in her element, this being International Women's Day, and too fine an opportunity to miss out on displaying her interminable witterings on 'equality' and 'diversity' and 'inclusivity'...the three terms seemingly inseparable in the Liberal Left's 'melange de choses dignes' that they continue to proffer up to the voting public, as if it's the most pressing point on their mind at the moment, rather than the struggle to find work, pay the morgage, put food on the table for their children etc. A recent report in The Guardian highlighted the detrimental effect high immigration has upon the lower paid in this country. Mass immigration has always been a useful tool for various administrations both to exploit the immigrants whilst at the same time subjugating the indigenous people, and the recent scandal of the proven 'social engineering' policies that Labour have been responsible for over the last decade, proves what most of us have known for years...that mass immigration is not there to serve and improve our country, rather a tool to bring about the destruction of the English identity and race. The recent exposure of Phil Woollas, Immigration Minister, and the inept goings on in the department he is supposed to run, only adds to the sense of despair that there is ANY minister prepared to be honest with the public on immigration. As Cameron desperately tries to 'out-socialise' the socialists, and Nick Clegg, all brow-furrowing earnestness, pathetically tries to come over as a serious politician rather than the frightened little boy he really is, one wonders if any party is serious about true equality for their people, or is content to use them as a tool in their secret plans to homogenise us into one huge melting pot of mediocrity, blandness, obedience, sameness and monotonousness no matter what the cost to our society.

Multiculturalism and the Liberal Left !!

I recently paid a visit to Bradwell-on-Sea in Essex to view what is recognised as the oldest Anglo Saxon church in England. Founded by St.Cedd in 654 AD, St. Peter-on-the-Wall is an unremarkable building in many ways. None of the soaring vaults that we associate with Norman architecture, with ornately carved windows. St. Peters was built in simpler times of worship and the building reflects that, and but for it's age, would be largely forgotten. But it's remarkable for it's a manifestation of how Anglo Saxon culture and Christianity has formed the very nature of our England. For me, as someone who is not particularly religious but has a great love of history, it's impossible to divorce the two, for the Church has been involved in every facet of our culture and has helped shape our society to what it was. I say 'was' with good reason for now we come to 'Multiculturalism and the Liberal left' !! the title of this rant ! 'Multiculturalism' that scourge of a word that I have detested from when the Liberal Left first coined it some thirty years ago. For the proponents of 'MC' (the word is far too long and pretentious to keep spelling in full) are not really that at all, for the culture they detest and despise and the one that is to be forgotten, cleansed from history and particularly England, is the very culture that has built this wonderful country of ours and is the bedrock of 'Englishness'. That culture is Anglo Saxon and the Liberal left view that as elitist and is, therefore, to be expunged from our culture. A famous historian recently stated that English history really started in 1707 with the Act of Union and, rather than being laughed at as one would normally do to such a preposterous statement, the learned Liberals nod their heads in agreement, eager to rid our nation of any sense of identity and condemn us to the MC Nirvana they have planned for us. If only the English would greet dignitaries as the Maoris do by sticking out their tongues, or squat semi-naked in a desert blowing a Didgeredoo, then the Liberal left would laud us. But no. Anglo Saxon culture is used by them as a pejorative term. Something to be ashamed of. Read of any decade in our wonderful history and try to avoid the influence of religion in that decade and therefore our culture ! So Christianity is ridiculed whilst other religions are fawned over, even to the extent that the Archbishop of Canterbury, the eyebrowed, appeasing buffoon so loved by the Liberal Left, denigrates the very religion he is supposed to champion ! And it's ridiculed because to do so aids the left in their attempts to ridicule our Englishness. Solzhenitsyn wrote 'To destroy a people you must first sever their roots'. Well our roots are in Anglo saxon culture and Christianity. Secularism is the way forward for any modern society, but I for one love the sense of history I find in the pomp of religious occasions ,from the simple baptism to the Crowning of a new Head of State. The Church of England, separated from Rome under Henry VIII, defines the English character and the blood, sweat and suffering that the English have suffered over centuries to achieve the society we have today. I for one will fight to keep that sense of identity from the traitors of the Liberal Left.