So it is Christmas Eve

What you see, depends on what sort of person you are

I had intended to run a reduced operation over the Christmas period but sometimes one of our comrades sends something in that makes you change your plans.

In this case it was a poem from Ed in Cheshire, who sent in some thought provoking verses. I would like you to read them and then think about them , especially younger readers. I would bet the ranch, that some of the army of the Gray Wolves already understand the poems message. I know I do.

When you get what you want in your struggle for self.
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgement upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think your a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

He's the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

Now, by a certain age most men should have looked in the mirror and know the truth about themselves. But there are some "men" who will never understand the meaning of the words above. To them the verses are as incomprehensible to them as quadratic equations still are to me and they will never be men no matter how many children they have.

But if you understand the truth above and yet have still done nothing to help the British National Party then go here at the BNP Chronicles and read some of the details of the young and old men who have died whilst in the service of Our Country.

The young ones did not expect death. Neither should they. They thought they would serve us and their Country for decades longer and Our Country is sadder for their loss and we honour their memory because they were and are forever our brothers.

But what of the older members of The Party who have died in harness? They knew that because of their advancing years they would never live to see our final victory but still they fought.

They fought because they believed in the same dream as you and I. That we, through Nick Griffin and the British National Party can turn Our Island Nations into the only real paradise on earth for it's true people.

Look in the mirror my brothers and ask yourselves what you should be doing and if the answer is nothing then best go grow a beard and never look in a mirror again.

Tags: poetry, BNP