Showing posts with label Elizabeth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elizabeth. Show all posts

Monday, March 30, 2009

Spineless Eventually Equals Headless


By Elizabeth

Dutch politician Geert Wilders has become the latest missile in a global war between two civilisations. Without wishing to seem pedantic and pointing out the obvious this is of course the conflict between Western Civil Society and traditional Islam.

Wilders, now in hiding and under continual armed guard due to death threats, recently released a short film entitled ‘Fitna’ (‘strife’ in Arabic) over the Internet. Juxtaposing images of Muslim violence with quotes from the Koran, fury followed in its wake and the film declared grossly offensive.

Now the odd thing here, given that Muslims live in a permanent state of ‘deeply offended’ anyway, is that they often refer to these same passages as perfectly acceptable validations for their actions, so simply illustrating this correlation in a film would seem uncontroversial. Contentious or not, however, one would definitely envisage politicians and journalists in every free society defending Wilders right to make such a film. Well not here… you’d have to take a trip to another planet where its inhabitants did not happily renounce their most fundamental freedoms in the name of ‘religious sensitivity’.

Take a look at the world’s response to Fitna. The Dutch government sought to ban it outright, and EU ministers publicly condemned it, as did UN Secretary-General Ban (no pun intended) Ki-moon. Dutch television refused to broadcast it and when Wilders declared his intention of airing it over the Internet his American web-host Network Solutions closed down his website.

All this happened before the proposal to show the film at a private viewing in the House of Lords and when Wilders attempted to enter Britain to host Fitna and answer any questions about it he was promptly arrested at the airport and detained there until the next convenient plane arrived to take him home.

Predictably (yawn) there were instantaneous calls for an embargo of Dutch products throughout the Muslim world, and several Muslim countries blocked ‘You Tube’ in the endeavour to save their populations from the indignation of Wilders’ blasphemy penetrating their minds. Next followed isolated protests, attacks on embassies and ubiquitous demands for Wilders’ murder, although it must be said that nothing has yet occurred to rival the ferocious response to the Danish cartoons.

In the interim, incidentally, one of the Danish cartoonists threatened to sue Wilders for breach of copyright because he’d used the bomb-laden image of Mohammed in Fitna without permission. This said cartoonist has also been living in hiding since the publication of the cartoons in 2006. Ironically there does seem something rather amusing about one hunted man unable to venture out in public for fear of being killed by religious lunatics, threatening to sue another man in the same sticky situation over a copyright violation!

Wilders and indeed the Danish cartoonists have all been extensively vilified for ‘seeking to inflame’ the Muslim community. Even if this had been Wilders’ objective this condemnation represents an astounding concurrence of moral blindness and political incautiousness. The point is not (and never will be) that some free person spoke, or wrote, or illustrated in such a manner as to inflame the Muslim community. The point is that only the Muslim community is flammable in this way. The storm over Fitna like all such controversies renders one fact about our world especially significant: Muslims appear to be far more concerned about perceived slights to their religion than about the atrocities committed daily in its name. Our accommodation of this psychopathic skewing of priorities has, more and more, taken the form of spineless, blinkered, submission and compliance.

Another irony arises here that cannot have gone unnoticed. In the face of all provocations the position of the Muslim community appears to be; ‘Islam is a religion of peace, and if you say that it isn’t we will kill you’. Of course the reality is often more shaded, but this is about as shaded as it ever gets ‘ Islam is a religion of peace, and if you say that it isn’t, we peaceful Muslims cannot be held responsible for what our less peaceful brothers and sisters do. When they burn your embassies, or kidnap and slaughter your journalists, know that we will hold you first and foremost accountable and will use the bulk of our energies criticising you for ‘racism’ and ‘islamophobia.’’

Submission in the face of these threats has a chilling effect on the exercise of free speech. Failure of Western governments to make it safe for people to speak openly about the problem of Islam could be a matter of finance perhaps? They cannot afford to protect every person who speaks out against Muslim intolerance. No this is not the problem…the problem is that so few people do speak out, if there were tens of thousands of voices the risk to each would be radically reduced, and those who do are persecuted by not only the Muslim community but by their own governments as well.

While it remains taboo to criticise religious faith in general, it is considered especially unwise to criticise Islam. Only Muslims hound and hunt their apostates, infidels, and critics in the 21st century. There are to be sure reasons why this is so. Some of these reasons have to do with accidents of history and geopolitics, but others can be directly traced to doctrines sanctifying violence, which are unique to Islam.

What about the allegedly ‘moderate’ Muslims, all those civil, freedom loving reasonable Muslims, the ones who are just as appalled by intolerance as I am? By the law of averages alone there must be some, but vocal moderates are very hard to find. Wherever ‘moderate Islam’ does announce itself, one often discovers frank Islamism lurking just a euphemism or two beneath the surface. The subterfuge is rendered all but invisible to the general public by political correctness, wishful thinking, and ‘white guilt.’ This is where we find sinister people successfully posing as ‘moderates’. Take a good long hard look at the members who comprise The Muslim Council of Great Britain, they are an Islamist public relations organisation posing as a civil-rights lobby.

The association between the doctrine of Islam and Islamic violence is simply not open to dispute. Muslims themselves acknowledge and demonstrate this connection at every possible opportunity and to deny it is to retreat into a fantasy world of political correctness and religious apology.

Liberalist talk of how benign Islam ‘really’ is and about how the problem of fundamentalism exists in all religions only obfuscates what may be the most pressing issue of our time. Islam as it is currently understood and practiced by vast numbers, is antithetical to civil society.

A recent poll showed that thirty-six percent of British Muslims (ages 16-24) believe that a person should be killed for leaving the faith. Sixty-eight percent of British Muslims feel that their neighbours who insult Islam should be arrested and prosecuted, and seventy-eight percent think that the Danish cartoonists should have been brought to justice.

These are so called British Muslims, if there is such a thing.

The Muslim community is continuously exempted from paying any respect to Western standards of moral order in the name of cultural relativism which turns things completely upside down, and it is us in the end who are forced to ‘respect’ the glaring pathologies in their culture.

The lesson we should draw from the Fitna debacle is that we need more criticism of Islam, not less. Let it come down in such torrents that not even the most deluded Muslim could conceive of containing it. There is no such ‘right’ as the ‘right’ not to be offended; indeed I am deeply offended by the contents of the Koran with its overt hatred of Christians, Jews, apostates, non-believers and homosexuals, but cannot demand its suppression.

It is time we recognized that those who claim ‘the right not to be offended’ have also chillingly announced their hatred of Western Civilisation and will stop at nothing in order to triumph.


Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The Stereotype Crumbles

Eurostar. How they see the English
By Elizabeth

Occasionally, self-reflection is a very positive activity. I don’t mean in a moralising or narcissistic manner, more a verification of where you stand in life and the reasons why you uphold certain beliefs or condemn others, in other words the application of critical analysis.

If you identify your position unambiguously, and are able to explain it, then you are increasingly likely to enjoy credibility from others and may even persuade them to review their own positions.

So it was then with the publication of the ‘Roll of Honour’ and its subsequent negative fall out for those who were on it I thought an assessment of why I remain a Nationalist was in order.

If race truly were a ‘social construct’ as the politically correct have us believe there would be no need for nationalism. Other races obviously exist phenotypically and genotypically but I’m not here because I hate them, I just want to defend our own culture, traditions and people and hopefully in the process try to secure a civilized future for those of us who follow.

I’m frequently misunderstood which is not discouraging it can be amusing. Some individuals appear totally convinced that nationalists lurk on the edges of society dragging their knuckles unable to string two words together. They also suppose us to be uninformed, indoctrinated, poor, socially incompetent, filled with hate or had our views formed as a result of some past traumatic incident. They could not be more mistaken.

My knuckles are roughly located in the same area as everybody else’s and it’s perfectly evident from this article that words are not alien to me. I’m not a genius but neither am I a brainless idiot. I hold a University Hons. Degree in Art and Philosophy and by anyone’s standards extensively read. The stereotype crumbles.

As for being marginalized or socially cut off my friends and acquaintances range through artists, architects, interior designers, youth workers, truck drivers, farmers, dinner ladies, and yes nationalists like my good friend The Green Arrow.

I have black friends and white friends have been taught how to drape a sari and cook an authentic curry (still much in demand!) I’ve visited Turkey, Egypt, Slovakia, France, Spain, Germany, Holland, Italy, and Ireland, hardly a globetrotter but probably enough to make me racially and culturally conscious to some extent. The stereotype crumbles.

I also do not believe that I’m lacking in social skills as much of the media like to suggest is typical of the white nationalist, who live their lives bonding together exclusively… unable to associate with anyone outside their circle. What utter rot!

Although I have friends in the nationalist movement I rarely see them and I certainly did not become one in order to make friends… that was just a bonus. My immediate circle who I see on a regular basis are from many walks of life, so this does not apply to me either. The stereotype crumbles.

Prosperity or poverty then? I’ve experienced both so this is not valid. Love of one’s country does not depend on whether you are rich or poor. The stereotype crumbles.

Am I xenophobic, do I hate and fear other races; am I a bitter narrow-minded bigot? Again…I don’t hate anybody I just don’t like the feeling of having my back up against the wall and everything our country has ever stood for relentlessly worn away by corrupt politicians and the EU in some kind of vast social engineering experiment.

I haven’t been brainwashed into nationalism either, I’m here without restraint after careful reflection, and all my views are self-formulated.

This leaves some kind of ghastly incident in the past as a possible stimulus. Like anyone else good things and bad things have occurred during my lifetime but they have not made me what I am today, and they correspond to nothing. If a horse kicks me I don’t believe that all horses will do the same and that this is the characteristic behaviour of all horses. I need much more substantive evidence than that. The stereotype crumbles.

Yes I’m listed and have suffered fallout with the rest of you, but my priority here is to point out that I came to be listed through independent means and reasoning. I source all kinds of data continuously; expressive of both sides of the question, and come to my own conclusions i.e. the principles of nationalism are true and right. It’s a hard and thorny path; difficult truths are not popular with the majority. It’s also a risky path but if I did not believe in what I was doing wholeheartedly then why should I take the risk?

The stereotype is no longer viable.


Friday, October 17, 2008

The Outpost

Do not let them take this away from us

By Elizabeth

The latitude in these parts is far enough North to mean very short winter days. You’re lucky to get five hours daylight in midwinter, and the temperature at this time of the year generally hovers around freezing point.

It’s dark now at barely four’o clock in the afternoon and already the gates are closed at each end of our only street, so no one can get out, but more importantly no one can get in either, at least with a vehicle that is. Our street is wide in the middle, it had to accommodate beast markets in the past, but it narrows at each end to the width of a five-barred gate and this has proved to be most fortuitous. That’s not to say we are totally secure bordered as we are by open pasture and moor land, but that is less of a threat as most of our residents keep four legged early warning systems in their back yards and gardens. The coast nearby is constantly monitored for strange vessels and outlying farms are on the alert.

We have a Kirk, pub, post-office, bank, school, small library, general store, hardware store, newsagent, small chemist, doctor’s surgery and until quite recently…a mosque with a minaret. The latter used to be the town hall with a clock tower. It overlooks the widest part of the street and hosted county council meetings until it was decided to move Council Headquarters to the nearest small town about seventy miles away. It was then converted into a visitors centre for tourists interested in our cultural history. Its brief sojourn as a mosque has now ended.

We are a self-sufficient, close knit little community and there is no real need to venture far in order to maintain a comfortable existence. Unfortunately our village is currently under intense media scrutiny. National newspapers brand us as “The Outlawed Outpost”. We have no idea how… or if ever… our situation can be resolved. We have much public support undoubtedly, but having challenged the law of the land in our own interests it is feared we may be made an example of…this is the story.

The Beginning: We are used to tourists here and welcome them; indeed they are essential to our rural economy. Large camper vans abound in the summer and as long as they do not block farm roads or back into our drives too often they are welcome. B & B’s, holiday cottages, camp-sites and hotels form part of the infrastructure that keeps us going. Usually visitors fall loosely into two categories.

(a). White English families with children, and

(b). White English older couples without children, (possibly on the lookout for a pretty retirement cottage.)

Ethnic minorities on the whole do not venture here at all. They are not concerned with country pursuits or nature and certainly could not be interested in the Christian Heritage for which our community is famous. So imagine the surprise one day when one of our venerable old farmers spots a young dark gentleman in the street wearing one of those chequered bandanna's on his head.

Ah didna like his bonnet” , he adds after reporting the occasion.

A few days later the same dark gentleman is seen again in the street only this time he is not alone. Five paces behind him and another male companion trail four figures dressed in black robes from head to toe pushing buggies containing infants. The old farmer is puzzled, thinking at first they are nuns, but a nun with babies throws the old fellow into utter confusion. Giving up he goes inside to read Farmers Weekly.

During the next several weeks a Mercedes driven by an Asian man together with another in the passenger seat is seen to linger in turn outside each of the three vacant properties in our street. They have ‘For Sale’ signs outside. These are The Old Town Hall, an empty shop, and ex-hotel, The Port House now in need of renovation, the reason, one could assume, as to why this particular building although picturesque is not tempting to our category (b) tourists. They usually want something they can move into without more ado. Eventually all the ‘For Sale’ notices vanish.

Now it can be said that the pub shares with the Kirk a common social function. People go to both establishments for a variety of reasons not dissimilar to each other. News and gossip are exchanged, transactions made and generally support is forthcoming for would be supplicants in both establishments divine or terrestrial. ‘Never the twain shall meet’ is certainly not the case here as Alex the minister attests entering the public bar one Thursday evening with his dog Andy who seems to accompany him everywhere in the village, missing only when the minister is behind the pulpit.

He asks Davy the landlord for a double whiskey and a packet of pork scratchings for Andy.

Best be leaving him behind with the wife when you go on your rounds again Alex,” says Davy nodding at the attentive old Labrador waiting for his scratchings. “If you plan to call at The Port House that is.”

The Port House has been purchased, it is thought, by one of the Asians in the flash car, although that is now in dispute as many other Asians are currently seen going in and out of the building.

Andy is one of God’s creatures,” says Alex, “cheers!”

Aye but what God?” replies Davy, “No’ theirs’ for sure. Yon hates dogs. Have ye no’ heard that sniffer dogs in Glasgow are wearing wee bootees on their feet if they have to search a Muslim hoose. That’s because Muslims think dogs are unclean?

Respect and tolerate” says Alex.

That runs both ways Minister,” says Davy turning away to pull a refill pint for Billy the builder who upon hearing this exchange, perches himself on a barstool.

One of that crowd asked me for a building estimate on The Port House last month” Billy butts in. “Wanted fifty percent knocking off. Why should I do that? Says I. Calls me a racist to my face there and then, threatens to report me to the Race Relations Board and God knows who else…er sorry Alex…but it got me stottin’ mad at the time”.

No offence, you have to make a living, and they’ll not be getting a better builder than you around these parts Billy… I’ll get that… and one for yourself Davy”. Alex pushes some coins across the counter.

Och the pair of you must walk aboot wi’ ye’re een shut”, says Davy,” The Port House is finished; they got a load of Poles in from some recruitment agency. It’s happening all over the country, locals are losing out everywhere these days…. Cheers Alex


Three months later:

A hasty unofficial meeting convenes one evening in the school. No one’s quite sure whose idea it was to gather the assembly initially, but news radiates rapidly here.

7.00pm.

Present are The Minister, Billy, Davy, The Librarian, The Doctor, The Head Mistress, The Post Mistress, The Bank Manager, The Chemist, The Vet, The Coast Guard, several farmers and a member, if not two, from almost every household in the street. It’s dark and the classroom overcrowded; condensation trickles down wood panel walls despite open windows.

An agenda written on the blackboard reads:


1. Tuberculosis: the Doctor’s Tale.

2. Sheep stealing and chicken thefts: the Farmer’s Tale

3. Wailing from clock tower: The Residents’ Tale

4. Sharia Mortgages: The Bankers Tale.

5. Petition to close down pub: The Landord’s Tale

6. Islamic instruction in school timetable: The Schoolmarm’s Tale

7. Anti Christian graffiti on church wall: The Minister’s Tale

8. Pork butchers’ van ambushed and set on fire: The Butcher’s Tale

9. Andy and other pet dogs missing: The Vet’s Tale

10. No help from local police force

11. Enough is enough

Note on item 2. Sheep are reported missing on a regular basis of about two a week. Ground drenched in blood is evident. This is consistent with halal slaughter techniques. The former empty shop now owned by muslims not only boasts halal lamb for sale, but also has a continuous supply of chicken.

There must have been close to two hundred villagers packed into that classroom, and many more in the playground when Alex The Minister finally emerged. All listened courteously as he gave an outline of the meeting. His conclusion being that negative influence on our community was grossly disproportionate to the actual foreigners living here who had attempted to take it over.

“It’s time to make a stand
,” he says rather righteously wishing Andy were by his side as well as God, “There are a lot more of us than them, so let’s just do it… BUT with no violence please. I suggest silent intimidation…get out your mobile ‘phones now and call everyone who can get here within twenty minutes. We will then proceed to the three venues in the street, stand outside and slow handclap for as long as it takes”.

Astonishingly it worked… the street heaved with people the eerie sound of slow hand clapping resonant in the Scottish night, and when a solo bagpiper joined in with a plaintive lament it was too much for them. Not even bothering to pack the Asians fled from our little town, and we closed the gates behind them.

So this is where we are… during the day things go on much as they always have, at night the gates are closed with guards on duty. You are up to date we cannot predict the future.



Sunday, August 10, 2008

The Rusi Report


With such honourable credentials, it is not easy to comprehend how the government could reject any of the conclusions made in the most recent statement by The Royal United Services Institute. Or, indeed, reject any of its proposals for the implementation of superior security policies to replace the ones presently in position. Yet our supercilious, deceitful, cynical and lying regime has done just that.

Entitled ‘Risk, Threat and Security’ the report plainly states what it sees before its eyes and has long been obvious to any UK citizen not brainwashed by the inseparable Siamese twins of political correctness and multiculturalism.

The report says that we are in ‘… a state of war with a peacetime mentality’ and have lost not only our ‘national confidence’, but also our ‘national identity’, chipped at and eroded deliberately by the lib-lab-cons since the end of the war.

Like anything persistently hammered at, the result is disintegration. It mentions the ‘fragmentation of society’, coupled with a ‘post Christian’ culture. The upshot being that faced with the pitiless and relentless march of Islam, we are no longer able to resist. Rowan Williams has given up already!

In contrast, however, the immigrant population (whose name we dare not speak) the community who refuses to integrate, the culture that is religiously united and has a sturdy self- image, is gaining in strength, influence and numbers as we speak. Together with their hatred of the West this leaves the United Kingdom in a position of being what the report calls ‘a soft touch (*for terrorist activity) from without and within’. *My parenthesis.

Our government, the report continues, has made this problem worse by failing to ‘lay down the line’ to immigrant communities, in other words continual appeasement has encouraged not lessened the threat we currently face from this rabid medieval cult of death. Give ‘em an inch and they think they’re rulers!

For the most part then the government has dismissed this evidence about the state of our nation from RUSI. Their denial is simply staggering. One wonders just how long they will be able to keep it up. Of course they have their little helpers like the BBC for instance. This august body who continually deny the BNP a platform and pursue positive discrimination wherever they can might do the country a favour by airing some of the BNP’s policies as an antidote to the situation RUSI has outlined.

1. Immigration – time to say enough.
2. Europe – back to British independence
3. Foreign aid – time to spend money on our own people
4. Defence – no more cuts
5. Democracy – letting the people decide


These are solid guiding principles and the BNP is the only party in the UK likely to rescue our national pride and integrity from the gutter where it was left along with our flag.

Elizabeth