Monday Monday

The BNP. A Ray of Hope to free us

I hate Mondays. You know I love Sundays. But Mondays, I hate. Hmmm....No. Dislike is a better word. Hate is too strong a word and I try to avoid it and I dislike other people using it in sentences such as; "I hate Marmite" or "I hate the smell of petrol".

No, a strong word like hate needs to be kept for real strong feelings such as "I hate the politicians that are destroying Our Country". Then the word should be in bold to emphasise the depth of your feeling. So that said. Back to Monday.

I dislike Monday. All I want to do on waking on a Monday morning, is shoot traitors, hang Quislings, kick over the dust bin and just be a grump.

But today is Tuesday, so I am fine. But as I look out the window (for once I have drawn the curtains), the Sun is shining in an almost clear blue sky and there is blackbird singing. All looks well in the World.

And so I find it hard to imagine, that sometime this afternoon, the Zombies of the UAF will be waking up, shaking their heads to clear away the fumes of last nights White Lightening Cider and dragging themselves over to their computers to check out their Masters site and find out who they are supposed to attack today.

And finally, I do what I have been putting off since being send the link by one our top researchers. Big X. I reread this linked article, that reveals that whilst I sit here typing and you sit there reading, two British Fishermen are languishing in a British Jail, their lives ruined by The Establishment that rules us with a rod of iron.

And my mood, usually cheerful changes. And I understand the pure hatred felt by an ever growing number of people in Our tortured Country. I bloody hate The Establishment. I curse them and will curse them with my dying breath. And I will continue to curse them long after they have been brought to trial and if I had my way. Hung by their rotten bloated pig necks.

And my mood darkens down to that of the tortured mind of the American writer Edgar Allan Poe and I see nothing but darkness in front of us and maybe just maybe a slight ray of light and hope coming from the BNP. Let us have a slice of Poe's poetry.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-time, I lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
(from 'Annabel Lee', 1849)

And the word tomb bring to mind a promise I have still to keep. To go and urinate over the tomb of the pervert and paedphile Ted Heath who shamefully rests in Salisbury Cathederal, which reminded me of the crime I commited as a young man back in 1975. Please read both links.

Soon hundreds of thousands of people who were not even born when I made that mistake of trusting an Establishment Politican will have a chance to vote against the nightmare I and other ignrorant people voted for.

Do not make the same mistake we made. Vote for the only hope we have left. Vote for the British National Party in the June elections.

Finally congratulations to one of this sites fairly new writers. Nemesis. Well done kinsman. You managed to make the front page of the greatest on-line news portal on the internet. UKTabloid.