Happy Saint George's Day.

A very Happy Saint George’s Day, and don’t forget to fly the flag.































‘As to how he became the patron saint of England, Saint George was known and revered in England in the eighth century. A church in Doncaster, England dedicated to was built in 1061. His popularity grew under the influence of the Crusades. He is said to have been seen fighting along with the Franks at the battle of Antioch. It is probable that the arms of Saint George, were introduced at about the time of Richard Coeur de Lion. By the fourteenth century, they were a type of uniform for English soldiers and sailors. The large red Saint George's cross on a white ground is one of the elements in the Union Jack today.’

Agincourt, a kick up the Frog's backside!
















'The events at the Battle of Agincourt clearly demonstrated Henry V's leadership qualities. His choice of ground secured his flanks against a numerically superior foe. Seeing the French were reluctant to charge such a strong position, his decision to advance to within bowshot range provoked the French into their doomed assault. The massacre of French prisoners when his rear seemed threatened during the battle showed his ruthlessness in combat'.

The Field ofAgincourt

'Heavily outnumbered, Henry's choice of ground was shrewd. Both flanks were protected by woods and Henry positioned his troops at the top of a slight incline. The wet ground conditions made for treacherously heavy-going when the French knights advanced. All the key features of the battlefield remain today'.

And like our long-bowmen from our historic past, we must hit home again!

England and Britain as a whole now needs brave men and women like never before in our long and cherished history! We need to forsake the terrible things that are being played out against our people, namely the dismantling of a culture and history of a unique island people. We British off Saxon and Celtic heritage are witnessing the destruction of a Great Nation that enemy foreign powers could only dream about in the past! We have no invaders advancing on our beaches or green fields, what we have are a fifth column of traitors (many are former communists) and their goons who have infiltrated our institutions of politics, education as well as every bastion of civic amenities that makes a civilised society.

The traditional parties will not protect what our forefather fought to hand down to us. So it's up to you the Great British public, don’t turn your back on your children’s children’s future! This land was fought for long and hard over centuries of warring and political strife at home, but went on to have the world's largest empire. Its people are homogenous to every corner of Great Britain, (Despite what left wing multicultural brain washers would like us to believe!) Irish, Welsh, Scottish, and English, we have all had our quarrels in the past, but we were one at the time of our greatest threat to our Freedoms and liberties especially during both world wars.

We are now under threat again, from the enemies within! A more cunning devious enemy who hates the British people and especially the English! They hate us as with such a fervour, it is as if their very lives depended on that hate! Their intentions are numerous and negative in many areas, they want to enslave us to the ever growing corrupt state of Europe and will only be satisfied when we will become province number 6 (just like the cult series The Prisoner!) Only this won’t involved one person it will the incarceration of every free born British man women and child in an Island colony, that only past science fiction writers could have dreamt up. This is a plea from simple, (but not in the head) Brit to stand up and be counted, we must start the resistance now. May local elections are just around the corner!

You still free British can’t have failed to notice the very many harmful changes that are daily occurring in our lives with the onslaught of laws that are very intrusive to our well being, and our pursuit of happiness!

Mass unchecked immigration under many disguises, asylum, visa, legal or illegal!
We are under the process of being replaced with foreigners who have nothing in common with us, who come from many, many different homelands throughout the world, (Who would not put up with situation if the invasions were reversed! They would not take it laying down in their own homelands!) the rates coming here are not sustainable! Our leaders are morally bankrupt and corrupt! Do we want to be financially bankrupt as well, the infrastructures are heaving at the seems, ready to break. Housing, education, jobs and welfare are all under attack, to the detriment of our own people. Say nothing of the physical network of Big Brother cameras (to spy on us) that are growing like mushrooms nationwide. Yet all without a policeman in sight on any beat, they speed past in fast cars in careless pursuit instead of steely prevention on old fashion tried and proved best for the law abiding public foot beats.

The time is off no return we can’t take much more before we have surrendered all that was good for all that is bad, the choice is YOURS!

Voting BNP or anyone one as long as its not another nail in the coffin vote for the evil conspirators of NEW LABOUR, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee!

William Shakespeare’s Rallying words of strength to all Englishmen everywhere, by the greatest writer in the English-speaking world.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall up with our English dead!In peace there's nothing so becomes a manAs modest stillness and humility:But when the blast of war blows in our ears,Then imitate the action of the tiger;Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage;Then lend the eye a terrible aspect. (3.1.1) And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. (3.1.22) I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:Follow your spirit; and, upon this chargeCry 'God for Harry! England and Saint George!' (3.1.31)
This day is called the feast of Crispian:He that outlives this day and comes safe home,Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,And rouse him at the name of Crispian.He that shall live this day, and see old age,Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,But he'll remember with advantagesWhat feats he did that day. Then shall our names,Familiar in his mouth as household words,Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.This story shall the good man teach his son;And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,From this day to the ending of the world,But we in it shall be rememberèd;We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;For he to-day that sheds his blood with meShall be my brother; be he ne'er so vileThis day shall gentle his condition:And gentlemen in England, now a-bedShall think themselves accursed they were not here,And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaksThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. (4.3.43)

For whom the Bell TollsJohn Donne
From "Devotions upon Emergent Occasions" (1623), XVII: Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt, Morieris - "Now, this bell tolling softly for another, says to me: Thou must die."
PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another. As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness. There was a contention as far as a suit (in which both piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled), which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is. The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that this occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God. Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world? No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbours. Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did, for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it, and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current money, his treasure will not defray him as he travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. Another man may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me: if by this consideration of another's danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security.