Letter To A British Cousin
Dear Green Arrow:
Your Patriot cousins are taking considerable flak on this side of the Pond as well and things don't look good in a country founded under The Cross of St. George in 1607. The socialists of the international type seem to be within a couple of weeks of electing the most radical Leftist government in American history led by the "Honorable Lord Messiah Comrade" Obama. If this happens the Patriot Cause in Britain will be hit even harder with Leftist and Islamist groups well funded with billions of American dollars and the ruling Labour Government back to the limit by an extreme Leftist American Government.
Pretty bleak picture. For Britain it's 1940 all over again except the collectivist enemy has landed and holds important beach heads. Also, don't expect land lease supplies and American troops. This time around. If the Yank troops do show up they'll very likely be sent by the Traitor Obama to help crush the Patriot Cause in Britain.
As I've told you before, my family background is WASP White Anglo Saxon Protestant. My family name is Barbour and we have been on these shores since the 17th century. My father and uncles served in WW II, my father as a paratrooper in the 101st Airborne who spent two years in Britain (1942-44) He viewed the Blitz on a front row seat and told me many stories of heroism he witnessed as Britons pulled from the rubble the bodies of family, friends and neighbors; and of visiting British homes where pictures lined the walls of family members forever young who had been killed fighting the Axis in battles all over the world.
It would appear the bad old days are back again in spades (No pun intended against Comrade Obama) with a barbarian horde within our gates. What's next in this Third World War? Revolution? Civil War? They say every cloud has a silver lining but all I see are dark war clouds and the Seven Horsemen as the election on November 4th approaches; perhaps the last free elections we'll see in this country in many years if The Lord Messiah Obama becomes the 44th president of the USA.
GOD SAVE THE UNITED STATES!
GOD SAVE GREAT BRITAIN!
Pretty bleak picture. For Britain it's 1940 all over again except the collectivist enemy has landed and holds important beach heads. Also, don't expect land lease supplies and American troops. This time around. If the Yank troops do show up they'll very likely be sent by the Traitor Obama to help crush the Patriot Cause in Britain.
As I've told you before, my family background is WASP White Anglo Saxon Protestant. My family name is Barbour and we have been on these shores since the 17th century. My father and uncles served in WW II, my father as a paratrooper in the 101st Airborne who spent two years in Britain (1942-44) He viewed the Blitz on a front row seat and told me many stories of heroism he witnessed as Britons pulled from the rubble the bodies of family, friends and neighbors; and of visiting British homes where pictures lined the walls of family members forever young who had been killed fighting the Axis in battles all over the world.
It would appear the bad old days are back again in spades (No pun intended against Comrade Obama) with a barbarian horde within our gates. What's next in this Third World War? Revolution? Civil War? They say every cloud has a silver lining but all I see are dark war clouds and the Seven Horsemen as the election on November 4th approaches; perhaps the last free elections we'll see in this country in many years if The Lord Messiah Obama becomes the 44th president of the USA.
GOD SAVE THE UNITED STATES!
GOD SAVE GREAT BRITAIN!
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off within.
The above was copied from The Freedom Fighters Journal. If you visit, leave the guy a nice comment. He is our cousin and kinsman.
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