Today's the day. I remember dancing hysterically around my flat in York, where it is still legal, as far as I am aware, to shoot a Scot, when they voted for their 'ane pairlyment'. Here's to independence for England.
Richard North's book The Great Deception, written jointly with Christopher Booker, has been on my reading wish list for some time and was likely to remain there for a good deal longer, without a lottery win or a highly unlikely inheritance. Just this morning I thought that I would buy it as soon as funds permit, which is unlikely in the immediate future. Imagine my delight on finding, when I looked at EU Referendum this evening, that he's put the book on-line as a free PDF - pro0f, if proof were needed, that there really is a Father Christmas.
I offer my grateful thanks to Dr North for the present.
I've just read this in a comment on YouTube:
Q. Do you know why they bury lawyers eighteen feet deep?
A. It's because deep down they're good people.
It gave me a chortle and I thought I'd share it.
The comment can be read here, which video recounts a barely credible story.
Is it 'racist' to wish that they were having their argument on some Polish or other East European street and not in our 'green and pleasant land'?
Of course, the correct way to deal with idiots sent by Capita on behalf of the BBC and claiming to represent a trademark is simply to shut the door on them, and not to annoy one's neighbours by arguing loudly at one's door.
What else would you call the curse of the people of England that is the 'United' Kingdom of Great Br*tain and Northern Ireland etc etc?
The pen being mightier than the sword and the pen having proved of no use at all, political change is likely only when the man in the street starts throwing petrol bombs, lynching police officers and machine gunning the filth polluting the palace of Westminster.
It can't happen here? Should our masters continue to destroy our liberties it seems inevitable.