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Monday, 31 December 2018
In defence of narrow minded nationalism
It is all very well proclaiming yourself a global citizen of the world. We'd all like to be one of those and on a good day perhaps we are close to it but these have been very bad days in Britain. In fact the last two years have been shit on a collective level. You might have got married to the love of your life, given birth to little Britons but on a 'national' level, whether leave or remain, it has been a period of great uncertainty. The shark fisherman of wales happens to live in one of the poorest parts of the Disunited Kingdom. There's not many folk apart from the odd one or two in Cyncoed and Cowbridge who possess a gold piano but we are obliged to sit through the dross of unelected monarchy telling us to respect the other person's point of view. The countries that make up Britain came to a standstill in May to hail the fairytale princess and her ginger beaux while the homeless were swept off the streets of Windsor. We, the global citizens of the world are currently outraged that people fleeing Calais in wee boats are being referred to as migrants and are being demonised as 'the other' by the British Broadcasting Company. Drones are keeping the Brits in and Sajid Javid and his coastguard cutters are keeping the refugees and asylum seekers out. There's plenty of room in Wales to offer them asylum. The Welsh Assembly Government could offer them housing in Radnorshire where very few people live but are scared that flaming torch bearing UKippers from Blaenau Gwent would march up there and set fire to the new homes. There is no doubt that peeps have become hard and callous regarding the fate of Calais citizens. Since David Davies MP for Monmouth started stirring malicious rumours about the age of some of these child 'migrants' by suggesting that their teeth be examined to age them correctly (in his view), the common currency has been one of distrust for the other. From the film footage of the effigy of Grenfell Tower to the treatment of the Windrush Generation, the zeitgeist of Perfidious Albion is one of lazy racism.
Is it any wonder that the comfortable liberals and conservatives with a small c refer to anybody who wants to cut ties with 'Rule Brittania' as 'narrow minded nationalists'
If Wales and Scotland were allowed to pursue their destiny of Independence by 'narrow minded nationalism' I would bet (although not a betting man) I would bet that Wales and Scotland would offer Asylum to the Refugees and Asylum Seekers who are crossing the 'English Channel' in unsuitable boats. It is Westminster and its hell bent pursuit of a no deal brexit which is 'narrow minded nationalism' but it is we who wish to protect our language at all cost who are referred to as such, and very often by our 'own' people, the descendants of economic migrants who came to the valleys of South Wales looking for work in the Industrial Revolution. We need a Revolution in the Disunited Kingdom, of that there is no doubt, one where Gold Pianos are pushed into the Thames and where Refugees and Asylum Seekers are housed in the multi roomed palaces of unelected monarchy. It is Time.
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