Little Englanders

Roger Ackroyd, Going Postal

Please excuse the headline, fellow GP readers. I do not deliberately exclude any from the other three dominions that make up Great Britain and Northern Ireland. It is used here as a perfect example of one the belittling attributes used by the Remain side in the referendum debate both before and after the event. In fact the verbal and written attacks in the media on the Leave voters would lead an outsider to believe, unaware of the democratic decision of June 23rd, that there had been some kind of revolutionary coup against an elected government.  These are just some of the epithets hurled at Leave voters:

  • Ignorant
  • Thick
  • Bigoted
  • Xenophobic
  • Racist
  • Uneducated
  • Lower class
  • 50’s throwbacks
  • Little Englanders

Ah, the classic putdown. Little Englander.  It is interesting to learn that this term was first used in the late 19th century against Gladstone and Liberal Party who opposed the spread of the British Empire, in particular in opposition to the second Boer War at the turn of the century. How times have changed eh? Gladstone then, Farron now. Out of mighty oaks do small acorns drop – and disappear into total obscurity beneath the hedgerows of history. Then we have the likes of Will Self, so totally unaware of the world outside his metro bubble, quite happy to sneer openly at the tens of thousands of workers at MacDonalds in a response to Nigel Farage on Question Time. The discourse between the ideologies of Self and Farage was symptomatic of the deep divide that exists between a minority of “movers and shakers” within the media/broadcasting/political circle and the rest of the people outside the metropolitan world . It has become apparent that the circle of commentators and experts is precisely that  – a circle, a veritable La Ronde on which the riders climb on and off the same hobby horses, prompted and encouraged by the same masters of ceremonies. Words of wisdom are thrown to the plebian crowds standing around these gaudy media whirligigs and we, in turn, are expected to pick up these bon mots and marvel at their wisdom, their construction, their very papal-like infallibility.

Roger Ackroyd, Going Postal

The problem for such as these is that the MSM has dropped the reins of control and all kinds of unfortunate “types” (see my list above) are climbing aboard. Characters such as Will Self, normally safe in unopposed media corridors and studios, suddenly come up against the likes of Nigel Farage and before they can stop themselves they blurt out the most infantile non-sequiturs. The veil is ripped away and we see them for what they are, and always have been – jumped-up poseurs, Islingtonians on the dinner/coke circuit, spouting their “liberal” theses with little or no regard for the people who actually have to live with the consequences of their bastardized ideas. They are quick to condemn those who oppose their views but remain stubbornly silent on those who violently undermine the rule of British law. Other cultures, even though some are based on nothing more than a religious bigotry and hatred proselytized by radical priests which far outdo the Spanish Inquisition in their ferocity are there to be “appreciated”, “understood” and generally “add to the diversity of our multicultural society”. Those who may voice their opposition to these views are then quickly condemned. Even today, in the wake of the Berlin massacre of 12 people and 50 maimed we find the German Left virtually silent about the perils of letting in 1 million “refugees” unchecked but are quick to condemn those who have the temerity to make the link between Merkel’s policy and what happened on the 19th December to the indigenous people in their own country.

I cannot tell you how loathsome I find many within the British political circles. From all sides I see betrayal, procrastination and worthlessness, intellectual pygmies whose sense of honour, civic duty and representation of their electorate extends only as far as the TV studio where, in most cases (unless Brillo is on point) they can barf up sound bites that signify nothing. But they will always, ALWAYS, take time to label Farage, UKIP and fellow travelers as, well you know the score (see the above list). I’d go as far as to say that there is virtually not one among the 650 MPs that sit in the HoC who has any idea of how to get us out of the black hole of the EU. Or, worse still, any intention either. I will except the Moggster from this blanket condemnation and there may be one or two others but when I see the likes of Corbyn, Abbott, Twelvty Balls-Cooper, Soubry, Fallon, Ashdown, Clarke and all the other no-hopers – and lord help us there’s an ever lengthening line of the useless troughers – virtual signaling their liberal mores in studios all over London I know that, at last and without doubt, I am proud, VERY proud to be a Little Englander.

Little Englanders

I wish all readers here a Happy Christmas and for the Christian Believers amongst our congregation, a Holy one.

Roger Ackroyd ©

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