A belated Happy New Year to all the readers of this blog – even those remaining ‘hostiles’ who are strangely mesmerised by my words… and deeds.
I have not posted much lately as I had an accident with this laptop not long before Christmas and spilt a load of coffee over it! I only just got it back – almost in one piece - and in the meantime I have had to use old semi-functional laptops or borrow that of one of my collaborators.
Normal service is now resumed!
Like perhaps a benign werewolf mauling its prey. All in the best possible taste of course.
More people to subvert from the forces of darkness, more to inject with the serum of truth. More people to save from bondage to the vile incubus. Yes that’s the right word for him, incubus.
THE SECRET ESTATE AGENT
I would like to take this opportunity to clear up a misapprehension that is doing the rounds in some quarters.
I used to work for the City of London Corporation for nearly twenty years - in their accounts department. It was actually quite a good job and I foolishly gave it up to work for a degraded and craven wretch who I hoped, vaingloriously, that I could influence in a more honourable direction.
Although this curl knew that I had worked in local government for a long time (actually he is a shockingly ignorant individual and persisted in thinking I was a civil servant which is something altogether different) he was happy to employ me as he no doubt thought I would be useful to him.
This of course did not stop him, when the inevitable fall out occurred, from putting it about that as I had worked in local government unmolested for 20 years, then I must have been protected by the state and therefore be a state agent.
Actually during my time there, until just before I left anyway, I didn’t stand in local elections or do media work, in order to retain my anonymity.
The question arises. How many state agents are forced to work in boring desk jobs for twenty years while simultaneously being employed to infiltrate an ‘extremist’ party? None. That would be a punishment rather than a reward. They are always given difficult to verify non existent occupations - like the policeman who infiltrated and fornicated his way through the far left. He said he was an outward bound extreme sports instructor. I guess in a way he was.
Or they have bogus businesses that they never have to attend to. Supposed offices and empty work units.
Then I got to thinking. Before going to work at the Corporation of London (which incidentally is the most reactionary and old fashioned of all local authorities and only started getting into Equal Opportunities in the early 2000s) I was an estate agent. I sold and rented properties in the East End – being based in Bethnal Green.
I was an estate agent – not a state agent!
Do you see how easy it is to start a rumour?
I was very sad to hear about the death of John Ryde just before New Years Day. He was an excellent chap and I was pleased to have his unwavering support during last year’s troubles. I knew he had been ill for some time. He is sitting next to me in this picture, taken last year. I remember it was our second breakfast of the day!
He was an honest and honourable man.
A YEAR TO LOOK FORWARD TO
This year will see the English Democrats make great strides ahead. I knew from the outset that there would be no realistic prospect of any new credible party being formed and making any headway. This will be the year when it becomes obvious that the EDs are the way ahead. Sensible, moderate, credible, achievable.
It is time to look around, smell the coffee and accept that this is the case. The BNP is on a remorseless downward spiral. It is going to be hit by some dreadful hammer blows.
And while waiting for these big bombs to land what is the ‘leadership’ doing? They are obsessed with waging internal factional war. All their pitifully inadequate efforts are focused internally, within the wider movement, not on promoting the views they sometimes claim to hold.
I am pleased to know that they are still fixated with little old me. Awww how touching.
Nick Nick, Rizzle Kicks and Patsy - keep trying. Don’t give up yet. But do yourselves a favour, get your tin hats on.