a reply to: CJCrawley
It is not us versus them. You see, good people, moral people, people with their heads on straight, only see folk as British, or not British. And do
you know what else? They do not mind folk being something other than British either. Such people as I describe, you see, are incapable of being
controlled, manipulated by fear-mongering and jiggery pokery designed by government strategists, and media tycoons to make them hate that which is
unknown to them. They are incapable of being controlled by fear, because they do not feel it, not because they are unaware of the threats ranged
against them, but because they know that whatever threat is levelled at them, they will conquer it. Whatever danger they are in, they will face with
dignity and without compromising their principles. They will spit into the eyes of Death itself, even in their last breath, without fear, remain on
their feet where others would fall to their knees, and if their end comes, meet it with pride. British is a state of mind, not a state of birth.
I stand with those who refuse to fear, who see no reason to give in to the powers which desire to see a nation on its knees and wailing to be saved.
I stand with those who retain their footing when the world crumbles about their feet. I stand with those who will refuse to be shackled "for their own
protection". I will stand with these, and only these, because these people, no matter which continent may have birthed them, or their parents, or
their grandparents, are British, my people, my brothers and sisters under the flag.
The proportion of White British people ANYWHERE is irrelevant, since whiteness has nothing exclusively to do with Britishness.
I wonder how many white British people fall short of the standard I laid out above. I wonder how many of the loud mouth fat skinheads who wear
England shirts but haven't seen a football pitch in fifteen years, actually know a damn thing about conquering fear, and how many simply give into it.
I wonder how many of the members of Britain First would stand up in a crisis, and how many would simply run as fast as they could go with seventeen
pints of Stella Artois in them.
I know where I stand. I stand with the Britons. My question is, do you?