The writing on the wall

The British National Party, as no doubt you are sick of hearing me say, is the only Party that truly speaks for the True Brits, be they English, Scots, Welsh or Northern Ireland. And I for one am very pleased that they are led by a man who lives in Wales with this poem on his wall. When Rudyard Kipling wrote it he was writing about the British.

The Beginnings

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.

Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.

There is an article over on the Times that you must read now. It finishes with these words:

“I perhaps have too much baggage that won’t be allowed to stay in the lost baggage office. I can take the BNP to a certain level, but to make the final push someone else may have to take over . . . I can go back to Wales and keep pigs. Tremendous.”

I pray that day never comes, for this country, our country is going to need a man like him for a very very long time. There is not one man in this world without baggage, mine would take a thousand mules to carry but we are not the men we were yesterday. We change and God willing become better men for our mistakes. Nick Griffin I am your man.