Let us let our minds wander

Sadly for some, that is all they can afford to do.

I love a Sunday. Not for all the usual reasons like visiting Church, the family or Sunday Lunch. I love it because for some reason I feel safer and at ease.

Do not ask me why. I do not know why I feel this way. Perhaps it is from the days when nothing moved, shops were shut and the day felt special. Now of course, Sunday, sadly is just another day for many people. But for me a residue of the old feeling remains and I feel relaxed.

So let us just let the fingers and the mind wander and go where they please with no fixed destination.

The weather at 07:00 is sunny, I hope it remains so for the sake of the holiday makers who have come to this area. All week the rain has bucketed down and I have felt sorrow for people with children confined to their hotel rooms and caravans or driven into the penny arcades. Places where they stand mindlessly sliding 10p coins down onto moving trays that occasionally returns a few to them but eventually eats their roll of coins.

I also feel sorrow for the local young unemployed of the area. The seasonal jobs that normally they do have been taken by Polish people who work for next to nothing. Of course the shops and fast food outlets love them. Their "holiday prices" are higher than ever and their profits greater because of their lower wage bills.

Now at my age, I can handle walking past a pub or a cafe and see those fortunate enough to still have jobs enjoying their hard earned leisure without feeling resentment or bitterness. But it must be tough for the young and middle aged who are unemployed, who can only look and walk on by. They cannot afford £2 for a coffee and £2 for an ice cream for their child.

I feel tremendous pity for the the unemployed with children. I honestly do not know how they manage. I exist on a pittance. In fact and there are a few reader who know me who could confirm the following. I now live on for a week, what I once earned as an high roller in one hour, so people, remember that things can change and usually not for the best.

But I am not bitter, it is life and I learned there is a lot more to life than possessions and live like a Spartan. The sea views, the sunrises and the sunsets are still free so I am content but it would be nice one day to say nuts to it all and go for broke and sit down in a nice pub and get hammered.

Back last week my younger brother was rushed into hospital and we are still awaiting the results of the biopsy. We hope that it will be treatable. We are in despair but when we rush to the hospital we find that the hospital parking is not free but as high as the centre of London. In truth I could not afford to go and visit daily because of the parking charges. It is wrong and these parking charges must be scrapped.

But his sense of humor is solid as usual. He has lost the sight of one eye, probably because of pressure from this growth that is trying to occupy the same space as his brain. He informed us and the doctor that he did not have a brain and so there should be plenty of room inside his head. No brain perhaps but courage certainly.

Then an email arrives from a kinsman who I have never met but who I care for as much as my own blood, informing me that his younger brother as died and I realise that I have hope and my kinsman as none and I feel his pain.

But my kinsman, on his return from his sad duties is back into his place in the Shieldwall and returns to his duty of trying to drag the sheep people away from their idiot boxes and out into the real world that is collapsing around them. A true hero who must remain nameless and who shames those of us who know the truth and still do nothing. Are you one of them?

Then last night a phone call from another hero of the resistance. It is the first time I have spoken to him and we agree to collaborate on a piece of work that might help shake some of our fellow citizens out of their slumber. We shall see what we shall see.

He tells me his story and I mine. He is English, I Welsh but we are British Brothers and we are United. We will not let the marxists cause division between us. We are the BNP and we are family. We cannot be divided or split.

Now for a coffee and off over to UKTabloid and my mail boxes to see what was happening in the world whilst I slept.

To achieve world government, it is necessary to remove from the minds of men, their individualism, loyalty to family traditions, national patriotism and religious dogmas.

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