Delusional Toothless Windbags Polishing The Antique Silver

It's sad enough that eveyone aged under twenty thinks social media is the real world, but the Tik-Tok  half-wits are not a patch on government ministers when it comes to living in a fantasy world. Yesterday I awoke to the news that someone I'd never heard of -a chubby little fellow called Ben Wallace- was "warning Vladimir Putin" not to "test Britain". Really, truly, he did. What on earth is he on about? First off, unlike Ben, the Russian despot is a serious person with a serious purpose in life. Secondly, there is no longer a "Britain" for Putin to test. 

To his credit, our current Minister for Defence -Ben Wallace- did actually sample reality before the pleasures of government, putting in a seven-year shift in the British army, between 1991 and 1998. Having attended the military academy at Sandhurst, Ben became a captain in the Scots Guards and served in Germany, Cyprus, Belize and the obligatory stint in Northern Ireland. Having said all of which, as the Berlin wall came down two years before Ben was commisioned, German deployment was a bit of a breeze, and I frankly don't see Cyprus or Belize as military hell on earth either.  

Nevertheless, he got out sharpish in 1999 -a pretty smart move, with the Iraq, Afghanastan and Syrian debacles all on the horizon. It could be said that Captain Wallace picked the right time to join up and the right time to sign out. He's a clever chappie, our Ben, and certainly learned how to make the most of life on the Westminster gravy-train. In 2008 he managed to claim an astounding £175,000 in 'expenses' -almost three times his MP's salary of just £63,000. 

Minister for Insecurity

After a few years of trailing round on Kenneth Clarke's coat-tails, Wallace found himself Minister of State for Security at the Home Office throughout 2017 - a year notable for abominably lax security failures. 2017 saw a series of appalling Islamist terror attacks that wrought havoc across Britain. 

In March, Khalid Masood went on a vehicle rampage on Westminster Bridge killing four and maiming dozens. In May, suicide bomber Salman Abidi killed 22 and injured 200 at the Manchester Arena. The following month, a trio of Isamic fanatics ran amok at London Bridge, attacking with a van before launching a blood-soaked rampage with butcher knives, killing eight. In september a bomb exploded on the Tube at Parsons Green, injuring 22. Far from being criticised for failing to prevent any of these attacks, Wallace was rewarded with a seat on the Privy Council for his "response to the Westminster attack".  Yes, that's right, he was rewarded for his "response" to the attack that threatened him and his workmates.  

CAPTAIN BEN WALLACE

 

Which brings us back to the present day, and Ben's latest "response" to circumstances. Now the Secretary of State for Defence, Ben wants the world to know that neither he nor something called "Britain" is afraid of Vlad the Demon King. Not only is fear off the table, if Putin dares to make any "existential threat" to Britain, there will be a response. But with all due respect to Captain Wallace, I don't really think the alarm bells are ringing at the Kremlin just yet. Digging down into Ben's lengthy hymn of praise to his own resolve and moral rectitude, we find that his/our/Britain's "response" will take the form of sending another shedload of guns and various explosive devices to the Ukrainians so they can prolong the war and maximise the profits carnage.

While this will certainly be good news for the dozens of besuited arms-dealers who infest the lobbies of Westminster, it doesn't really do much for the hypothetical "Brit" whom Ben clearly imagines to be strutting in his wake, chest thrown out and sleeves rolled up, ready to give Johnny Russkie what for. Unfortunately, it appears that in his mind, our Secretary of Defence thinks Ben and Britain speak with a single voice. 

So let's just examine what exactly is this "Britain" to which he refers. In February this year, Secretary Wallace got very excited during an interview and began mouthing off about the Crimean War. The Scots Guards (who were kind enough to employ young Ben) fought in the Crimean war, he reminded us. Not only that, but they "kicked Czar Nicholas's backside" and "could do so again". (CLICK HERE for details)

Now this brand of juvenile bragging might go down well in the Sandhurst officer's mess or the Members bar at the House, when the subsidised whisky is flowing and the general public far, far, away. But as a public statement from a supposed-to-be-serious politician, speaking on the brink of an international shooting war in which thousands of people will die, it left a lot to be desired. 

But the can of worms Ben opened there is a deep and slimy one. The ex-soldier's decision to drag the Crimean war into the equation leads inexorably to the pretzel-logic world of British self-perception.  Delusion underpins his idiotic remarks, and reveals the hideous truth about this hopelessly Disunited Kingdom.

The Crimean War was an unmitigated disaster, for everyone concerned. A pointless war that need never have been fought at all, it was distinguished by the staggering incompetence of the British Army Command. Transport, provisions, equipment and supply lines were all in an utter shambles, and a catalogue of tactical and strategic failures led to a catastrophic number of avoidable casulaties. 

But, with that delusional enthusiasm for spin that is the hallmark of British 'official' history, our most glaring and embarassing Crimean screwup - the Charge of the Light Brigade- was instantly re-packaged as a trumph of heroism and fed to the gullible public as another landmark of our glorious miltary heritage. (The same trick was performed after the disaster of Dunkirk).

 [An Unedited cut of the magnificent, satirical anti-war movie Charge of the Light Brigade can be viewed by clicking HERE] 

Rise of the Dark Brigade

Where Wallace's flimsy narrative of butt-kicking Scots Guards falls apart is the yawning gulf between the easily-fooled, essentially patriotic public of THEN and the largely ignorant, lazy, diverse, divided and cynical public of NOW. To see the difference, we need only read the BBC article linked above, in which the Crimean war is referenced thus:  

The conflict is remembered in the UK for pioneering nurses Mary Seacole and Florence Nightingale as well as the infamous Charge of the Light Brigade, immortalised in an Alfred, Lord Tennyson poem.    

Readers are invited to note how the infamous Charge, the legendary Florence Nightingle and the literary output of Alfred Tennyson are all trumped by the sudden appearance of a conspicuously black woman named Mary Seacole at the top of the bill. The first name we remember from the Crimean war is the 'pioneering nurse' Mary Seacole, claims the State broadcasting company of Britain. 

This Mary Seacole nonsense is fake history, pure and simple. Mary Seacole tried to become a nurse but was not accepted as she had no qualifications and couldn't be bothered to undergo the necessary training. Instead, she went to the Crimea and opened an officer's club/restaurant where enlisted men were not welcome. Far from being a 'pioneering nurse' she was a highly-educated and enthusiastic entrepreneur who saw the chance to make a few bob out of the war. Claims that she "nursed wounded soldiers on the battlefield" are absolute tosh. She went frequently to the vicinity of the battlefield, but only to set up a a fast-food stall to sell snacks to spectators, of which there were a huge number. 

Furthermore, the claims that she was using "innovative techniques" (internet-sourced codswallop with no evidentiary backup) are absurd, as the techniques she is alleged to have used were effectively poisons which could only have done terrible harm. Despite the truth about Mary Seacole being well-documented, several race-grifting self-styled 'historians' have crafted an entirely fabricated myth around the woman. (Readers are invited to purchase Mary Seacole's autobiography which reveals the truth as opposed to the myth. And Seacole was not one to leave out any detail that might reflect well upon herself){Click Here to find it on Amazon]. 

The BBC, ever-ready to subvert UK history, have fastened on this myth and propagate it freely, shoving Florence Nightingale -a genuine nursing heroine- out of the way in the process. In other words, the war history our Defence Secretary wishes to reference in a Ukraine context has already been re-written -and pushed by our State broadcaster- to support some deranged Woke agenda of racial equity. 

BRITAIN?

If the real Britain of the 1850's can be re-modelled to make a black woman the primary feature of a major European war, then the concept of Britain as a unified country in globalist 2020 is a farce. A country is its history, its people and its culture. For a nation to exist in amy meaningful way the three are inseperable. In Britain, all three have been carefully torn to pieces. 

BYE BYE BOBBIES

Eighteen months ago police stood by as statues of British luminaries including winston Churchill were defaced and vandalised by cretinous Woke wimps who get their politics off-the-shelf from Twitter. It's notable how these "rebels" invariably attack inanimate objects; they are cowards who would never dare face physical opposition. Which is why the police -who do not serve the British public, but instead promote the globalist Woke agenda- stand down faced with any mob of Green Jeanies or BLM bimbos. 

The government in which Captain Wallace now serves does not serve the people. The people, when asked, by and large despise the government. Since June 23rd 2016, when the Brexit vote sensationally spoked the wheels of globalism, the parasite crooks in Parliament have not lifted a finger to honour that vote or to defend Britain's history, people or culture. Instead, it has thrown open the borders to an unlimited onrush of  unarmed invaders. Every week, thousands more arrive, by dinghy, by planes, trains and automobiles. England is unrecognisable. The "British" cabinet looks like a business conference in Islamabad.    

MY GENERATION

Compounding the slack rhetorical stabs of Wallace the Ben, a moron who for no discernible reason is the current Foreign Secretary -Liz Truss- is all over the media quacking about how "this is the battle of our generation" and similar piffle. Really? A border war between two corrupt eastern european dictatorships?  And to which generation is Truss (47) speaking anyway?  This woman needs counselling if she really thinks either the millennials or Generation Z see their lives defined by a bloody shoot-out in a country they couldn't find on a map. 

As for the Boomers, I think I can speak for more than a few when I say put a sock in it you talentless weevil. A graduate of Oxford -like all good crooks- this creepy little diversity hire has never had a real job in her life. After Oxford, the right-wing think-tank Reform paid her wages for four years while training her to be a well-behaved party poodle. Three weeks ago she sat in front of senior Russian diplomats and humilated herself by displaying her complete ignorance of the geography and demography of the region surrounding Ukraine -and I mean red-face thick-as-a-plank bullshitting.

Every day now the "newspapers" are filled with meaningless, hollow words from empty, worthless people, "vowing" this and "swearing allegiance" to that, or "standing in unity" with something or "drawing a line" in some imaginary sandpit in their imaginations. The only result is that every week, less and less newspapers are sold or read and more and more people simply detach from the false realities presented there- among which the existence of a unified Britain is the most absurd. 

In 2020 Britain the elederly are disgusted and the middle-aged confused. The elite are coining it, the middle-class grinding their teeth, and everyone else trembling on a financial and psychological tightrope. The youth are not even in the game, oblivious to anything you can't order on a smartphone, which ain't much.   

As I wrote in January [SEE THIS] the Britain we knew and loved is dead. The government and its politicised police force do not trouble themselves with the problems of normal British people. The heroic nationalism (of any country except our own), a limitless flood of immigrants, globalisation, climate hysteria, the deification of trans-posers, a cashless future and the creation of a total-control society are their only concerns. They would rather hoist a rainbow flag over Westminster than a Union Jack and one day soon I'm sure they will.

Ian Andrew-Patrick

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