Tae Blog or not tae Blog!? Well St Theresa of the Roses is in the Capital City of British Wales today. She wouldn't have had the nerve to go up to Hadrian's Wall and shout her message across but she knows that she is on a safe wicket down by ere. Cardiff City Centre is being transformed into the British Welsh Powerhouse. BBC, WRU, HMRC and Western Mail all in one square mile of the old Temperance Town.
She says
"We are four nations but at heart we are one people."
She is lying of course but at least she has used the word nation. Most of us down by ere use the nome de plume 'Principality'. She is asking hard line nationalists to buy into Brexit Britain. I don't know about you but if you gave that away in a box of cornflakes I wouldn't buy it. I don't know where my distaste and distrust of the British State began. I think it dates back to 1977, Her Majesticities Silver Jubilee, where as an 11 year old without a mind of my own I went to the bottom of our road with other snotty nosed urchins and waved a mini Union Jack flag as Prince Charles rode passed in a dull green Range Rover. If it was now, I would stand there and flick the Vs or reach for a ground to air missile and aim it at his exhaust pipe. As a Ffrinj Nuttar I have to emphasise that my beef is with Britain and not with England. That one statement will not cut any ice with the UKIP, Rule Britannia Brigade because they, of all people, will call you racist. This Plan for Britain is going to receive a mixed reception in areas of high deprivation. It was these areas of high deprivation that voted the UK out of Europe after being sold a lie by the Eton elite. Little did these pompous public school pricks realise but they were sowing the seeds of the end of the United Kingdom. People hate Blair but I hate Cameron just as much because he like the Flashman character caved in to a fringe organisation namely UKIP and his own baying backbenchers and promised a Referendum on Europe as part of the Tory Manifesto. That was the end of him and it will prove to be the end of May I fear because I rather like the woman as a person but she is flogging a dead horse or cold porridge with this United Britain bullshit. Talking of shit, I know that if the proverbial hit the fan, I would have to join up as a member of Dad's Army, if the British State ended up fighting Islamic State but I would be a reluctant recruit. It would 'be the lesser of two evils', the much quoted epithet to describe the two party state. My advice to the SNP (as if they would listen to me) is bide your time. You have set out your stall and quite right to. Keep rattling those sabers and shouting 'Freedom' . Allow Article 50 and Brexit Britain to unravel and although painful for people, allow their economic situation to diminish to such an extent that people South of the Border will cast their votes for an alternative, a weak Labour under Corbyn or A.N other or a less compassionate Conservative Party post May. The Ides of March have passed but 'Ne'er cast a clout till May be out'.
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