ONE WORLDER GLOBALISTS PROVE THEMSELVES COWARDS OVER CHINESE VIRUS

ONE WORLDER GLOBALISTS PROVE THEMSELVES COWARDS OVER CHINESE VIRUS

For years now Liberal Globalists and “Progressive” Internationalists have been talking up the virtues of globalisation, internationalisation and have also been persistently attacking and undermining Nationalists and Patriots.  All their pretentious talk of Progress and Internationalism which has accompanied Liberal Globalists’ claims of Progress towards a “New World Order” have now been exposed by their own cowardice in the face of the Chinese virus (aka Coronavirus) epidemic.

For years all those who warned against the consequences for the spread of disease and the spread of criminality and of the consequences of the importation of foreign criminals and of invasive species damaging our environment and of mass immigration damaging our Nation’s economy and heritage have been attacked and denigrated.  Defending all these was attacked as “reactionary” or “racist”, but now it is clear that it was actually just common sense!

The Liberal Globalists themselves, it seems all around the world, have been spooked into massive and hysterical overreactions never before seen, except during the height of the World Wars. 

All elections have so suddenly been banned by Boris, who has showed himself to be no Winston Churchill.   Churchill went ahead with a General Election in 1945, when we were still at war with Japan!  Boris is not even a Lloyd George, who went ahead with a General Election in December 1918, at the height of the Spanish Flu epidemic, which is thought to have killed about 50 million people around the world!

The panic of the Establishment has been partly caused by the grossly irresponsible whipping up of public fears by highly partisan and inaccurate reporting in the mainstream media.  This has now created a situation in which the national and the world’s globalised economy is being crashed around us.  It is not any exaggeration to say that the economy may never fully recover.  It almost certainly will never recover to be the same that it was before!

So far as those political leaders who have identified themselves with panic measures in their countries, including Boris in ours, it seems safe to say that if this Chinese Virus does not turn out to be the massive threat that it is currently claimed to be, to justify all the array of restrictions on liberty that have been rolled out in the last few days, then I would expect the public to take a full and thorough revenge on them at the next elections and opportunity.

I have been asked what numbers of dead would justify crashing the economy and that is a hard question, but it seems to me that the comparison is with the two World Wars. 

In the First World War Britain suffered some 895,000 dead.  In the Second World War the dead were far less at around 449,700 both including civilian casualties. 

I do however think that public tolerance of levels of dead is less now than it was. 

It may be that if the death toll is 100,000, that people will feel that Boris Johnson’s panic measures were justified to slow up and spread out the deaths. 

But if there is less than 100,000 dead, I think that we may enter a new era. 

That era will be one in which people turn against Liberal Globalists and Internationalists, turn back to our Nations as the bedrock of our communal lives and of our politics and of our trade.  

It will be one in which the whole Liberal Globalist agenda is rejected for the threats that it has created to our Nations, to our Peoples’ economic welfare and to our Peoples’ health and to our national cultures.

What do you think?

THE 50th ANNIVERSARY OF SIR WINSTON CHURCHILL’S STATE FUNERAL

THE 50th ANNIVERSARY OF SIR WINSTON CHURCHILL’S STATE FUNERAL

Peter Hitchens has written a superb nostalgic piece in the Mail on Sunday which I couldn’t better, so I have re-posted it below.

I can however add a personal element, which is that my Father, then a Captain, was one of the Officers of Churchill’s old regiment, the 4th Queen’s Own Hussars, who carried his medals, orders and decorations in the funeral procession. My Father is shown in the centre of the above picture above the coffin and immediately on the left of one of the heralds.

The one thing (but rather an important omission) that is missing from Peter Hitchens’ article is the conclusion to be drawn from his final comments. He is right that Britain isn’t that country now but he doesn’t mention that it now serves no useful purpose for the English Nation. It is high time to be rid of it and for England to re-emerge from its choking embrace!

Here is Peter Hitchen’s article:-

So uniquely British, but funeral tells a tale of a different country

What a strange thing it is to see my own memories harden into history, and what is, for me, a vivid and living experience, turn into a blurred and fading piece of film.

Half a century ago, at my strict-regime boarding school on the edge of Dartmoor, we were let off our normal Saturday morning lessons of Latin grammar, French vocabulary, rivers and capitals of South America, mostly taught by fierce, bristling gents with military or Naval ranks.

Instead, we were instructed to sit in rows on hard chairs as the school’s one small black-and-white TV was hoisted on to a high shelf. And for three utterly memorable hours we watched in silence as the funeral of Sir Winston Churchill passed slowly through London.

Outside (and no opportunity was normally missed to make us go outside) it was a freezing day of steely skies and pitiless winds, no small matter if you were forced to wear short trousers, as we all were.

Inside, in the comparative warmth, most of us were, I think, mesmerised, so that we forgot we were watching on a screen not much bigger than a breadboard. I certainly saw and remembered the event as a huge panorama.

Afterwards, we knew, quite simply, that something important had passed from the earth for ever, and that our small country was diminished and bereft.

Nobody who came afterwards would be as we had been before we watched it. By comparison, the assassination of President Kennedy is nothing in my recollections.

Last week, I managed to watch a rare, hard-to-find recording of Sir Winston’s funeral. It is the wrong shape for a modern TV screen, and sometimes the picture swims or blurs.

It is, of course, in black and white, but that only increases the feeling that you are watching something impossibly long ago.

The London of January 1965 is almost as distant from me now as the outbreak of the First World War was from us then. Most of the people who appear in the film are now dead, or impossibly old.

The actual procession looks, at many moments, like one of those jerky old films from the Austro-Hungarian empire that they show to illustrate how hopelessly old-fashioned the pre-1914 world is.

Bluejackets in the sort of uniforms they wore at Jutland pull the gun carriage on which the heavy coffin rests (a tradition in state funerals since the Army’s horses kicked over the traces at Queen Victoria’s obsequies, and sailors ran forward to take over the task).

The cortege moves at a mesmerisingly slow pace, swaying strangely to the music of a dozen military bands, thumping out dirges – occasionally interrupted by those uniquely British parade-ground yells, echoing for miles in the freezing air, as sergeant-majors keep their men in line.

The male members of the Churchill family walk behind the coffin, wearing what must surely be the last black silk top hats seen in London, like a Bolshevik caricature of greedy capitalists.

Lady Churchill, vastly veiled in black, rides in an enormous, sombre coach (lent by the Royal Family, but not from their better-known fleet of gilded carriages).

The coachman riding atop it is cloaked and muffled like something out of the Pickwick Papers, reaching back into a past that some of those present would still just have remembered.

From even further back come the Heralds of the College of Arms, most of them ancient men on sticks, looking a little like animated playing cards in their medieval tabards.

A huge drum horse, loaded with war-drums, leads the bands as its ancestor must have done at Blenheim and Waterloo.

The dead man’s orders and medals, borne on cushions, are carried behind him and arrayed by his coffin when it reaches St Paul’s Cathedral, where it is greeted by a man holding up the City of London’s mighty, ancient, black Sword of Mourning.

It is all so old that it was archaic in 1965, and I doubt it could be done now with a straight face. Yet it would have been as normal in Winston Churchill’s youth as it is outlandish now.

The sense of a last moment of something that is passing is emphasised by the figure of the Queen, not as she is now, but a woman coming to the end of her youth, worn by cares and powerfully moved by the heavy panoply and drapery of death on display.

Beside her, Prince Charles is still an awkward schoolboy.

But in one way the most moving faces are those in the crowds – of men and women then young, now pensioners, and above all, those of the soldiers in the bearer party who struggle, with increasing strain and tension, to lift, carry and lay down the weight of the lead-lined oaken coffin.

These are the days before pizza, milkshakes and sugary drinks fattened and blurred all our features into a bland and puffy sameness.

They look so British, in a hollow, hungry, wartime way, that it almost breaks the heart to see them.

The country they and I grew up in has entirely ceased to exist.


Here is a link to the original Article>>> PETER HITCHENS: So uniquely British, but funeral tells a tale of a different country | Daily Mail Online